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Seeds

August 18, 2021 Lynn H. Wyvill

The flowers aren’t the only ones wilting. I am, too. My body is fine; it’s my brain that seems parched.

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After the Rain

August 27, 2020 Lynn H. Wyvill
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After the sky surprised us

with drenching rain, the sun

Peeked through the clouds,

Giggling that we had been

Soaked by the downpour.


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Lynn H. Wyvill grew up in Washington DC where her favorite activity was sitting under a Japanese red maple tree, watching clouds create pictures in the sky. As a writer, she finds peace and inspiration when hiking in the woods, strolling on sandy beaches, and observing nature’s show in her backyard. Those experiences are captured in her first book, Nature’s Quiet Wisdom. Before writing books, Lynn worked as a radio/TV reporter and writer for the US Department of Agriculture and owned a consulting business that trained professionals on the creation and delivery of effective presentations. She is a lifelong learner, avid reader, small town explorer, and dedicated theater attendee who lives in beautiful Virginia with her husband.

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In the quiet, I hear crickets hum. I listen to the soft ting-ting-ting of a wind chime as tiny tree limbs dance in the breeze without disturbing a single leaf.

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