NATURE’S WAY
by
Patricia Crandall
Waterfalls cascading
over sharp, jutting rocks.
Angry rivers rising
in a storm.
Oceans
swelling…swirling
in perpetual motion.
Petals
unfolding in a summer breeze.
Bees
droning by angry swarms.
Trees
bearing pale – pink blossoms
and ripening fruit.
Creatures
burrowing tawny noses into earth.
I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
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