Sophronia Simone lived contently on a Saffron farm for it had tons of enormous daffodilly charm…
To be continued in, “The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn,” coming soonishly!
I am but the star dust that tumbles
I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels
I am but the gentle breeze that rustles inside the leafless trees
And yet, I am all this if only you believe.
I have such exciting news to share with you all! I have started the painting portion of the already written… Curious Stories of Thimble Tarn… it will be written and illustrated by me, Anastasia Traina ~2015 http://wp.me/p22olG-q8
Dearest MayMay spinning Spring,
See how she loves all the living things.
She spins the sky such a marvelous French blue,
Yes, I have heard it said, and I believe it’s true.
With each spin that is spun, a fairy’s wish she hath done!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forest
Not a creature was stirring, not even a little tourist.
The old bitter-sweets were hung on the birches with care,
In hopes that Mr. Bertram B. Sweets would soon be there.
The Elfin-children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Mr. B. B. Sweets danced in their heads.
Why you know who he is, he’s the greatest, the expansive Acorn Keeper.
Not to be confused with the very grim reaper.
When out on the pond there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bough to see what was the matter.
Away to the Oak branch I flew like a flash,
Tore open the bark and threw up the downy ash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to woodland below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Souris de Fleur, bringing lots of good cheer.
With a little odd smile, all peppered with joy and peace,
I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Bertram B. Sweets.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with compost and soot.
A bundle of fertilizer he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And tucked all the flowers in, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up in the sky he rose!
He sprang to his pea pod, and then gave a whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good winter’s night!”
Here is wishing you Joy, Good Health, and may all your dreams come true in 2014!
Like, taking care of Ms. Pippa Hints.
Making extra sure that she
never, never ate too many peppermints…
or ever had any reason to wear
those grim and ghastly shin splints.
For heaven only knows!
She just might meet (ribbit) Mr. Prince.
Yes, the dear old nanny was quite uncanny.
Even though, she never stepped so much as a toe in East Miami!
Poem and illustration by Anastasia Traina ~ 2013 ~
Accountant Adella Minch lives in the Maison D’ Pear
She measuredly calls it her little castle in the air
Although, it is indeed, very much in disrepair…
Still, she can’t help thinking, if only I had a nice wingback chair.
Then, my little yardstick of a life would really be beyond compare!
Watercolor and Poem by Ana Traina ~ 2013 ~