One bright afternoon, you see
Some wild birds in play.
If you remain silent,
You can make out what they say.
Sit here in the sunlight,
One bird says to her friend.
Because in a few short weeks,
This fair weather will end.
Soon comes hibernation,
The ritual of sleep.
As for you and me, there is
The southward trip we keep.
Winter frost will slither in
And this land will be dead.
So sit here and enjoy the sun
While leaves are overhead.
Hello,
Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet. This blog will be dedicated to all things books and reading, which happen to be my obsessions. Note the faint scent of coffee in the air; coffee is a must for me.
I will be sharing book reviews for reads that I enjoy. I’ll also be posting updates about my life as an indie author. Since I’m exploring the classics, expect the occasional poem or short piece as I experiment.
For centuries, land-bound descendants of Merpeople have been confined to hidden districts. Read The Sea Rose and sequel The Sea King if you wish to read their stories.
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Miss Marjorie Brahms, daughter of a mysterious wizard known by the townsfolk as Bamoy, is having a bizarre autumn. Her father, Johann, had reasons for purchasing an abandoned house situated in the middle of a graveyard in which to raise his family. That did not mean that evil spirits could never find them.
Mariella Hunt 
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