There’s a Poem-A-Day challenge going on at Writer’s Digest, if you’re interested. Here’s one of my favorites: Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! AndContinue reading “Poems in April”
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Seasonal Soul
Jellybean Kisses
In the Presence of Children The wind is a feather that tickles your face and brings the smell of flower fumes clear from the neighbor’s house. He knows this because he’s the ninja with the most eggs in his basket. The little hunter will keep looking till bedtime, because that’s what hunters do. The magicianContinue reading “Jellybean Kisses”