The Beginning
Hi, my name is Tara Fox Hall. My writing credits include nonfiction short stories (usually recounting a true tale of saving wildlife--from snakes to moths to birds--from death or harm), flash, short and novella-length horror stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I also coauthored the essay “The Allure of the Serial Killer,” published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). My first E-Book, Surrender to Me, was published in September 2011, with a second unrealted work, Return to Me, published in October 2011.
My website is www.tarafoxhall.com.
But you didn't come here to see what you could have found a dozen different places on the web. You came here for something new and exciting. And I don't aim to disappoint.
So here is a poem I hope you will find uplifting, even if you've had the day from hell:
HOPEFUL ANTICIPATION
The bright lamps have been turned low.
The conversation is light with the spice of alcohol.
Youthful adventures revisited, old movies remembered.
The wineglass is half-full.
Dinner progresses unhurried, the happiness of dessert to follow.
Music is at the corners, flavoring but not overpowering,
Peaceful, acoustic songs of generations past.
The sun has set, the many-colored afterglow lighting the sky.
A solitary bat flits by.
The mood is hopeful anticipation,
For the best is still to come.
My website is www.tarafoxhall.com.
But you didn't come here to see what you could have found a dozen different places on the web. You came here for something new and exciting. And I don't aim to disappoint.
So here is a poem I hope you will find uplifting, even if you've had the day from hell:
HOPEFUL ANTICIPATION
The bright lamps have been turned low.
The conversation is light with the spice of alcohol.
Youthful adventures revisited, old movies remembered.
The wineglass is half-full.
Dinner progresses unhurried, the happiness of dessert to follow.
Music is at the corners, flavoring but not overpowering,
Peaceful, acoustic songs of generations past.
The sun has set, the many-colored afterglow lighting the sky.
A solitary bat flits by.
The mood is hopeful anticipation,
For the best is still to come.
Published on November 05, 2011 10:06
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