Good Morning

Neffydd watched the sun rise, pink and orange over the heavily frosted hills. As the glowing orb climbed higher and higher absolutely nothing was warmed and the chill was beginning to cut through her layers to her skin.

Time to say her daily devotional and then drop to sleep. She wrapped her blanket tighter to her as the words of her new verse came to her sleepy mind.


Hello Sun, your day's begun... You're why the world is turning.
Goodbye Moon, see you soon... Take with you my yearning.

Where's the Stars? Winking gems... Not strong enough to warm me.
And to the spaces in between... Not strong enough to harm me.

Goodnight Moon. If there's room... I'd love to have you take me.
Good morning, Sun; and when you're done... don't bother to wake me.

A Friend Returns

For months, now, Neffydd has been looking at the empty pages of her blog, trying to force the words to fill those pages. She would sit and stare, listening to the phantom screeching of phalangial laughter and disparaging that her Muse might have really meant it this time. 

She always says she'll leave for brighter writers, but Neffydd wasn't convinced... until now.

But wait! What is that sparkling? Over there! In the corner of her eye! 

Welcome back my beloved friend! Have you had a good holiday? Are you ready for work? We've missed NaNoWriMo; but let me tell you about this beautiful, mostly invisible Mandalorian I met...