I have four novels in various stages of editing, but my current writing project occupies my evenings, when I write. The story springs from my heart and mind. I imagine a historical fiction series loosely based on my grandparent’s life, and what it was like for them to farmstead in Wisconsin.
The series names will all have trees in the titles. The first will be- In a Grove of Maples. I’m writing in first and third person (my usual style), but this time I’m limiting perspectives to only two people, Beryl and Edward, whose relationship will face physical and emotional trials. They will have to figure out what it really means to love someone.
I found this poem that I wrote years ago when I dug through some old files in my computer. I think it the perfect piece to preface Beryl and Edward’s love story.
The Heart of the Matter
The heart of the matter
that keeps us together
that is more about you than me
A mutual stretching of arms
that protects in life’s storms
light house love
that watches out for each other
The breath of an artist
that bends hot glass
that uses the flame to form beauty
An eye in the darkness
that sees through life’s stresses
that gives faith in the midst of uncertainty
The steady spin of the day
that moves us on our way
that is as sure as the dawn