Some of the poems she writes rhyme. Others don't rhyme. Here is a poem she wrote recently. Dwindle It comes suddenly So simple . . . Detected by almost nothing, Not seen nor heard, Just felt . . .
Light rushes on and color fades, And it is gone, Just the way it came . . .
A forest grows, A baby cries, and all is well. You can write to the Patchwork Girl. Return to the Ozians Online page .