Words Like Candy

It’s 4:25 pm on a Saturday afternoon.

Dusk encroaches as the clock ticks its way round and round toward the shortest day of the year in the Northern hemisphere.

A writer sits at her table,
plucks a red M&M from a small mound of sweetness,
and pops it onto her tongue.

Hmmm —

Chocolate is sweet and
the sky is grey.
Hello Dear Reader,
Would you like to play?

Next, she selects an orange candy-coated delight.

A marmalade tabby
sits on a rock.
With aid of my headlamp
I can see its white sock.

Then yellow —

I once had rain boots
as bright as the sun.
They made jumping in puddles
delightfully fun.

And green!

The last time I wrote you
cucumbers were growing.
Now I glance out the window
to find it is snowing!

Blue…

My pile of chocolate
can no longer be seen
unless you have…
an x-ray machine?

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Hi everyone!

How wonderful it is to be writing to you after an absence that feels both long and short at the same time.

How the heck are you?

I know, I know… it’s that time of year where 12,000 & 1 things seem to need doing at the same time. There’s all that decorating, wrapping, caroling, eating, drinking, and most importantly BEING MERRY!

I truly hope you are… merry.
I myself am doing my best.
Writing little rhymes seems to help. 🤭

Believe in yourself,
Gail

P.S. I am delighted to share that I published a few books this year!

Flit, Flutter, Float: a playful guide

Wintergreen: from unconscious to conscious living

Girl & Dog: Alone Together