Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Jan 3, 2022
New Every Morning
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New Every Morning Every day is a fresh beginning, Listen my soul to the glad refrain. And, spite of old sorrows And older sinning, Troubles forecasted And possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again. Susan Coolidge
Dec 10, 2021
Those Mystery-Lovin’ Twelve Days
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A Cozy Mystery Writer’s Spooky Twelve Days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to me: a creative cozy mystery. On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought to me: Two tidy murders and a creative cozy mystery. On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Three suspects skulking, two tidy […]
