I’m delighted to say that yesterday I agreed to terms in the contract for a new book with a favorite publisher of mine. It’s a picture book told in free verse and has been in the works since 2019. I don’t have a pub date yet and am not at liberty to provide details. I’m just happy and wanted to say so.
As an experiment, I’m reposting BRYN STRUDWICK’s June poem here to see if I can add the picture he sent to go with it.
Something magical happens every year,
Under the bird table I built out here.
Not from something that I do,
Food for the wild-life holds the clue.
Loading his beak too full through greed,
One sparrow drops a sunflower seed,
Whereupon it takes root where it lies.
Every day I watch it rise,
Reaching up towards the skies.
by Bryn Strudwick