Good Morning to you!
My life has gotten so intensely busy I must apologize for being late to post this morning. I imagine many of you are feeling the pressure as well. So many hats to wear, eh!
Well, on the bright side, I'm getting lots done! It's been the busiest April ever and I think May is shaping up to be the same. But isn't it heartwarming to feel spring in the air!
The birds have returned to our part of the world just recently! I heard the geese go over this morning and it was very heartwarming.
So, what can I share with y'all today? How about a poem I wrote recently for the book, Lament for the Dead.
The Rowan and the Reach
(written by the character in one of my books, Holt MacGregor, for Adaira Sutherland.)
The stars are voyagers, cold and far,
They heed not the cry nor the bleeding scar.
But here on the dirt, where the shadows creep,
Is a vow that a MacGregor is sworn to keep.
I saw you by water, a spirit of light,
A Rowan-sprite born in the teeth of the night.
The book is a ghost of a land gone grey,
But you are the sun of a brand-new day.
Think not of the steel or the bluff of the knave,
For I’d trade every name for the life that you save.
My heart is the mortar, my soul is the stone,
I’ll build you a kingdom to call your own.
Until next month, I bid you a fond adieux.
January Bain/Storyteller
