My role as the Wood Lily in stretching my blazing petals is to herald summer’s arrival.
But for now the only sounds are bird calls and the whir of insects. Yet my beauty needs no voice.
My vibrancy is my survival. I lure in flying guests and await the pollen.
In my silent bloom language, I proclaim. . .
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I am a former educator, writing in central Wisconsin. When not writing or encouraging students to write, I enjoy lighthouses on the Great Lakes, family campouts, and walking our dog. I am a member of SCBWI. I have a masters degree in education and have been published in The Mailbox MagazineThe Education Center®, The Mailbox®,The Idea Magazine for Teachers®.
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Deb Johnston 