The Moon

Enchanting moon up in the sky.
I see you as the night draws nigh. 
You shine your light for all to see.
I feel you are a friend to me. 

Lisa McIntosh

Pages

The year begins.

Blank pages await.

How shall I fill them?

I write my own story.

Each day I am given a new page.

The book begins to take form.

Will the story be a worthy one?

I want to use my gifts wisely.

Each page is a fresh start.

I do not write in isolation.

The story and the day await.

They must be filled.

Lisa McIntosh