Frost white morning
I slip my head beneath my duvet
No way are my feet moving
From this warm cover
Today I stay hidden from the world
To dream of things to come
A future made of stardust
With bright green jewels
A land where you leave a wish
Knowing it will come true…
I have chased good luck around the globe
Wondering where it hides
Trinkets bought, hung in place
Now no more than gathered dust
I have been told recently
You cannot buy it for yourself
A trinket must be given as a gift
This is your luck right there
Someone took the time
to think about you…
A moment of clarity
When mind and body become one
I felt like the young Buddha
Sat beneath the tree
Silver moonlight on dark water
Pulling thought back and forth
Each new thought penetrating
Heart and mind
My soul stands beside me, waiting
For that spark of knowing
That stops ego from thinking
It knows best…
Old stories whispered on wet afternoons
Do they contain a kernel of truth?
Are the stones more than man has made?
Late at night when the moon is full
Energy pulled from the stones
Blue flickering light
Can the fate of Merlin be seen?
Dancing in the circle?
I see mischief by magic made…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the ruined tower of a castle, seen through the cross-shaped window of another tower.
I am cast in stone
Chained beneath the castle walls
My soul yearning to be set free
The dark cross sentinels
Guard the three remaining towers
So many come,
they gaze upon my fallen walls
Never hearing my voice
No mind open to hear my plea
From the fall of Camelot
I have tried to let them know
There is a way to set me free…
When miraculous things happen
the mind screams in disbelief
while lying in a meadow
the summer sun striking the daisies gold
There he stood, the unicorn from my scrapbook
Alive in splendour, his flowing mane and tail
white and gold, blue eyes that cannot be forgotten
He moved towards me his thoughts inside my head
“Come follow me, stay awhile in my world.”
That’s when I heard the warning bell
The land of the fey is no place
for mortals to stay too long
To eat their food is to lose your soul,
lose time in your own world
Your family thinking you lost, move on,
grow older while you stay the same
Should I risk one minute
in this Alice in Wonderland moment?
My heart said yes, my mind said no
Keep your childhood wonders in picture form
Get up, run for home…
All Holly wants for Christmas is to prove to her parents that her pricey college education was worth it. When she lands a reporting job in tiny Blue Lake, where the chill winds blow off Lake Huron all winter long, and a guest dies at a dinner party, she isn’t sure she can meet that goal. Holly has a second writing gig as a true crime reporter in mind, but there’s only one problem: the new love interest keeping her warm is determined she should not write about the one thing her heart desires.
Bob has one goal: to get his life back on track after a train wreck of a relationship with a fragile first love named Lily. Oh, it would also be nice to feel excited about work again. Not to mention Christmas. Holly’s new in town and she stirs something cheerfully seasonal in him, but when he realizes she’s willing to take down Lily for her own purposes, he decides a holiday romance is the last thing he needs.
Towards the end of last year, I noticed the arrival of several seasonal books on the run up to Christmas. Most of them a fun, light-hearted read for the holidays.
Blue Lake Christmas Mystery is so much better than that.
A clever, well- written mystery that twists and turns, with a fast-moving complicated plot that I couldn’t put down and I loved how the last chapter sorted out all the loose ends!
Holly Fass is ambitious, devious and hopeless at getting what she wants out of life in this Hollywood style romcom/detective novel, but she gets top marks from me for trying!
This is book four in the Blue Lake series, and I was late coming to the party as I hadn’t read any of the others. (something I will be catching up on soon)
I have also read and thoroughly enjoyed Cynthia Harrison’s brilliant detective thriller, Lily White in Detroit.
A word from the author… Along with a twenty-year career as an English teacher, I have been a staff reviewer for Romantic Times and Publishers Weekly and written features for popular magazines, including Woman’s World. BLUE LAKE CHRISTMAS MYSTERY is my fifth novel for The Wild Rose Press. I live in metro Detroit with my husband, Al. We have two grown sons. Since 2002, I’ve blogged at http://www.cynthiaharrison.com. Email me anytime at email@example.com. http://www.cynthiaharrison.com