Misty Valley

Preview of Misty Valley a magical short story book for children

No moon shone on this particular evening it was the darkest night

Not a soul in the village stirred with out fright

The crying and howling came across the land

once it was dark and misty.

But warm snug tucked in his bed was a little boy called Christy

The morning arrived with golden rays across the sky

The cockerel crowed as the sun rose high

A welcome end of a sleepless night

a jump out of bed with relief and delight

There was worry of the harvest not being done

Collecting fruit nuts and berries was always such fun

Going to the woods was too much for some

With the crying and howling all night

It just couldn't be done

But Christy was brave and thought he could

No! off the school says mum and put on his hood

With a skip and a run he went on his way

Not always fun at school with no one to play

The kids laughed because he was so small

H didn't like it, no not at all

I'll show them he said as he went on a head

To the woods without a care

A job to be done that no one else would dare

In the canopy of trees

he felt at ease

Abundant load he had collected

This harvesting he just perfected

His hood was full to the brim

But then he felt some body watching him

Creepy and scared!

He crept quietly as he dared

But who was this in the shadow?

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Winter Moon

Imagination with Inspiration
The mothers' hand of creation
Forever holding
The eternal enfolding
A waken with the goddess breath
Never ending at the death
Sleep to passing memories
Begin a new melody
Fresh new birth
Blossom flower to burst
The gentleness has awoke
But not yet spoke
New Year of hope

As the year wanes the fading light moves us inward, towards our inner self, time of death and renew. To hibernate to reflect, stop listen, and draw on the pass with understanding and knowledge. Time to forgive and let go. Moving us forward to the coming new season with release. Refreshed from our winters sleep. This is the time to curl up with that good book and escape. Warm fires, meditation and soft music.
Now working on my new book Sweet seasons.