The Girl Who Carried Moonlight

 

There was once a girl who wore a blue dress the exact color of a robin's egg, and a scruffy brown cat who believed he was a lion.

Every morning, the girl would stand in the meadow behind her cottage, close her eyes, and listen.

Not with her ears. With her wild soul.

One morning the meadow was golden. Butterflies stitched the air with yellow thread, and the sun poured down like honey.

"Shall we go today?" whispered the cat.

"Not yet," said the girl, holding him close. "I'm still gathering my courage."

The next night the same meadow was indigo. The moon was a thin yellow smile. Fireflies rose like small lanterns, and the stars blinked awake.

"Now?" asked the cat.

The girl smiled with her eyes still closed. "Now I have a little magic, too."

She had learned something the grown-ups had forgotten: courage isn't loud. It isn't a roar. Sometimes it's just standing still in a field, holding a cat who thinks he's a lion, and deciding, yes, you'll follow the tiny bright dream that tugs at your heart, even if you don't know where it leads.

So she stepped forward. The flowers opened for her. The moon lit her path. And the scruffy little lion-cat purred.

"We're finally on our way."

It takes courage. A little magic. And a wild soul to follow your dreams.

And she had all three.

-Poppy

9.9.26

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Sunny and the Flower Meadow

Sunny woke up with her hair shining like the sun.

"Today is a meadow day!" she said, and skipped out the door.

The meadow was full of flowers, purple, blue, yellow, and pink. They nodded hello.

Butterflies fluttered by in every color. "Come play!" they said, dancing in the air. Sunny twirled with them, round and round.

She found tiny mushrooms under leafy patches, like little red umbrellas. She counted them: one, two!

In the soft grass, she found lucky clovers. "One for you, one for me," she whispered to a ladybug sitting on a leaf. The ladybug waved her little antennae.

Sunny looked and looked. "I wonder where the brightest flower is?"

She peeked behind the tall grass. She looked under the clover. She asked the butterflies.

Then she saw it, right where she had been standing all along. A little yellow flower, shining just like her hair, surrounded by all her meadow friends.

Sunny smiled her big dot smile. "The brightest flower is where my friends are!"

And she sat down in the meadow, with butterflies, mushrooms, clovers, and ladybugs all around, feeling sunny all over.

The end.

Poppy

9.15.26

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Poppy's Good News!

I am thrilled to share some wonderful news—I have officially signed a publishing contract with Nightingale Books!

This is such an exciting new chapter in my journey as an author, and I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who has encouraged me, read my stories, and followed along as my little worlds and characters have come to life.

There is much more to come, and I can’t wait to share this next adventure with all of you.

Thank you for believing in my stories and for walking beside me on this beautiful journey.

With love and gratitude,

Poppy

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