February 4, 2009 The book is on it's way!

My sister Lela phoned this morning all excited because she had just been notified from http://amazon.com/ that the copies she ordered of Secrets of Greymoor are on their way to her house!

Today is also my poetry day, and here's a short poem I wrote, while I looked out across my frozen pond.

Snow Poem

Snow falls like lace curtains
swept up by wind and spread
across the frozen pond and fields
like a rich damask tablecloth
set with tall, dark-stemmed
maples and cherrys and yellow birch;
the fir trees bowing like waiters
in white jackets, arms weighted down
with trays of sparkling ice in frosted
glasses.

What does winter look like to you? How is the scene from my window different from yours? Write a short poem or a sentence that describes what you see. Don't be afraid. It's just for fun, and you never have to share it if you don't want to.