Holly Bushnell

Writer and illustrator... writing poems and stories about topics that matter to me, observations of the world, human experiences and emotion! 

Fields of Heather
4 months ago
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend, Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend. Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore, I call your name, but suddenly,...
5 months ago
Twinkle, twinkle, little star... May your brightness travel far. Little star, shine bright and proud, Do not hide in a mass of cloud. Please don’t let your smile wrinkle, Never give up, don’t lose you...