Sunshine glints
June-like warmth
vastly more lovely
than wintering pines
shedding needles
on a carpet of moss.
The lake, once clear,
is murky. Aquatic life
accepts a respite
in the frosty seasons.
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.
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...
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