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O Hushed October Morning Mild


Welcome October, my favorite month of the year! It’s so beautiful that I keep looking out of the window instead of writing. But who can blame me?

There’s a lot going on this particular October—starting today with Halloweenpalooza! The 31 Days of Halloween are happening at

The amazing thriller author Wendy Potocki has created this event and all are cordially invited to join! There are prizes galore (including books from me) and a ghost-story competition with the winner grabbing a bag full of goodies! There are also guest blogs by some great authors, and interviews of them as well. I humbly reveal that mine is one of them. Please come by, no costume necessary!

My fellow Imajin author Jesse Giles Christiansen is still recruiting for his Skeleton Army. He’s celebrating the success of his novel Pelican Bay. Just click on the title to be taken to the Facebook Page.

FIRE AND SHADOW is going on a Bewitching Blog Tour October 21-25. I’ll have more details when I know the exact stops.

Now let me leave you with a poem from one of my favorite poets: Robert Frost. Thank you!

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.                                                          

...the bridge at Wolf's Creek...

…the bridge at Wolf’s Creek…

Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.                                                              
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
one from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if the were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the all.
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I Know The First Flower

THE ONE!!This is a poem I wrote after my Dad passed away. I well remember walking in the winter and suddenly seeing the first crocus pressing up through the snow. I felt a sense of hope, and thought of the things we had loved in every season. Life does return. And when it’s no longer too painful, we can recall the best moments of it with joy.
This is for my sister, Charlene, and my friends Wendy, Chante, Toni and Maria who have suffered losses in the past few weeks. I hope it brings a little comfort.


I know the first flower of spring
is creeping up between the clenched fingers
of winter and death and sodden decay;

that fireflies dance in summer hedges
delicate flickering lights that kindle
just for a moment, an ancient belief
in magic and fairies. Also I know that

trees will transform into sun-yellow, blood-red
breath-taking harbingers of fall
holding harvest moons within their branches
and bearing silent witness to the first soft snow
as it comes whispering down.

What I have to trust is that the time will come
when there will be no sorrow in remembering.

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