Where the earth and heavens meet,
the saffron sky softens to pale lemon cream.
Shades of rose and peach dance above,
and kiss the gilded clouds in the azure sky.
By daylight, Deborah wrestles with numbers until they behave properly. But once the sun slips away, she trades spreadsheets and ledgers for pen and paper, and wrestles with words as they blossom into poetry, short stories, or novels. Her poetry has found homes in online magazines and print anthologies. When the words dancing in her head get a little too rowdy, she can be found meandering with her dog, immersing herself in a good book or spending time with her family.