Books I’ve read lately

Killman Creek is the second book in the Stillhouse Lake series. I was totally on the edge of my seat. The first book ended and I immediately started the second. It’s a story about a serial killer. It has so many twists and turns! The author makes you doubt your instincts. Loved it!

Sarah A Denzil’s books were easy to read and I found myself enthralled in the stories. Sometimes a prolific writer will have a common theme that is predictable. I didn’t get that feeling with these books.

Happy Reading!

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Lullaby

Lullaby

We are lulled,

led like children.

Transfixed,

by the music,

of the pied piper.

We become blind.

Can’t decide,

what is reality,

and what is not.

What it is,

is a passing flame,

extinguished by

the lightest breath.

Light returns to dark.

The dark relief.

By Dawn

Tea Time

A few of my favourite teas that have been getting me through the days.

North Mountain Tea is hand-blended in Berwick NS. This is a blend of green and black teas.

A blend of green and black tea

Another one from North Mountain is New Scotland Breakfast.

An assortment of DAVIDsTEA is really rocking my tea experience.

Lemon pound cake

Cotton Candy

Looks at this Raspberry cream pie blend:

All the blends with Valerian are great for bedtime.

This Cold 911 worked really well also when I came down with the nasty cold virus that going around.

Right now I’m having chocolate macaroon tea. It’s delightful:)

Have a tea party!

Day and Night

Day and Night, Life and Melancholia

By Dawn Illsley

What kind of night

Damns you to restlessness?

Condemns you to sleeplessness?

Letting the dreary dive in.

The melancholy thrives at night,

It gets its life from the idleness,

The quiet, ticking of time,

Creeping by, so slowly.

Building up strength, its forces

No match for a broken heart or open mind.

Consider it all!

Why not?

Sleep is a luxury.

It’s bookended,

By the waking hours

We call life.

But life isn’t all that we desire.

It taunts and ridicules,

Steals and lies,

Throws away the truth for a facsimile.

Those who care seem lost.

Lost in a world of the self righteous fool,

Determined to rule.

When Darkness Comes

When darkness comes

When the darkness comes,

It blocks out the light.

Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.

A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.

Pours itself into my soul.

While it gasps for air and scratches for life,

My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.

Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,

Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.