Anhinga birds Open wings Drying Standing by the Water Silent Who will see them As the moon fills? By Paula Timpson

My Aunt Dee loved butterflies as much as I do She passed into heaven I asked God for a sign that she was happy As I swam a little in our...

Flowers were Pressed by Mom in books When I was a little girl Dreaming . . . Mostly violets and bright pure yellow buttercups I remember...