Carla J Nelson
Biography of Carla J Nelson
I've been writing poetry all my life. In recent years, my focus has been on herbs and fairies in the garden. In 1993, I began writing and publishing Herb Gatherings, The Newsletter For The Thymes, which was in publication for seven years with subscribers all over the US and in 14 foreign countries. I now maintain a website of fairy and herb delights, including recipes, poems, garden and craft ideas and a charming fairy blog. www.herbgatherings.com
Carla J Nelson's Works:
No Thyme To Cook Herbal Gourmet
Polly Potpourri - An 18th Century Quiatenon Companion
Beyond Betwixt Between
Fairy Crafts, Gardens and Teas
Carla J Nelson Poems
Betrayal's Aftermath The assault comes unexpectedly. It catches you
Making Fairy Dust
Want to attract a fairy? Here is what you have to do. Make a bit of fairy dust, With sparkles through and through.
Fairy Dust Invitation
If you have a special garden, Where flowers and herbs abound, Then take a pinch of fairy dust, And sprinkle it around.
If I Won The Lottery
If I won the lottery, I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd hire myself a gardener, Maybe even two.
An Ode To Old Age
Eyes bagging? Skin cragging? Butt dragging? Energy flagging?
Gypsy Yearnings Wanderlust is tucking, At the gypsy in my soul,
The Walnut Man
The Walnut Man He died in July at the age of 91, And I did not mourn his passing.
If death takes you from me early And I'm left to journey on, I know the soul that bides within you Will transcend your body when it's gone.
The Fairy Nursery Tree
The West Wind whispered, "Come away. There's a sight to see in the woods today." I followed where the West Wind led, Past nodding violets, through ferns we sped.
The Wort Report
A fellow named Mort, A professor of hort, Was eating a torte Of the savory sort,
Ah Mint. Amen!
It can take away your headache, And relieve your upset tummy. It can make your house smell fresher, And your tea taste extra yummy.
Tea And Worts
Tea & Worts The ladies of Lopper, Convened over tea.
The assault comes unexpectedly.
It catches you
Overwhelmed with grief,
You pray for death to release you.