A full harvest moon Will rise tonight On Friday the 13th The bats will take flight To search the orchard In the cool, dark air Where trees grow heavy With apples and pears On bent branches Above the pumpkin patch The bats swoop down For bugs to catch As calls of the wild Enliven… Read More Bleed into Shadow
On the river’s edge A Sycamore grows As the water babbles The dawn softly glows Still a bit hazy With sleep in her eyes Sun parts the curtains And watches fog rise Up from the valley Fog tiptoes away Scattering the night While bringing the day Sun says to Sycamore “Good morning, child,” On the… Read More River’s Edge
Seashell crumbs Showed us the way Down the beach A late summer day To a scavenger hunt Through tangled seaweed Where a seagull swooped in And started to feed On a soggy French fry That floated by The tide quickly switched From low to high We found treasure Under the setting sun Our pockets grew… Read More Seashell Crumbs
