Azaleaville Literary Guild | February 2026

Meet the Azaleaville Literary Guild

Though they arrived quietly and without fanfare, Reginald C. Moone and his wife Lenore have become cherished voices in our neighborhood’s growing literary scene. Hailing from parts unknown, Reginald claims to have once run a used bookshop in Key West, while Lenore simply says she follows the weather. The couple settled in Azaleaville and have been writing ever since. Reginald’s poems are formal, thoughtful, and steeped in nostalgia, while Lenore prefers the delicate brushstrokes of haiku. Together, their work captures the small wonders of Florida life. Sonny, their teenager often contributes limericks, despite repeated requests that he stop.




February in Azaleaville
by Reginald C. Moone
The mornings pause a moment longer,
As if unsure which way to lean;
The light arrives less sharp, less urgent,
Softened by what lies between.

Camellias hold their careful pose,
The air remembers cooler days;
A hint of winter lingers still
Along the sidewalks’ shaded ways.

By afternoon, the warmth returns,
Not bold, but patient, almost kind;
The town exhales, unhurried now,
And leaves its sharper edges behind.

Here, time does not insist or rush—
It listens, settles, finds its place;
Another page turns quietly
In Azaleaville’s steady pace.

Azaleaville Literary Guild — Sonny Moone

A perennial favorite in the “so-bad-it’s-good” category, Sonny’s limericks are renowned for their brave disregard for logic, meter, and sometimes taste. We present them for scholarly purposes and in the interest of household peace.

Seasonal Reflections by Sonny Moone

I once tried to think very deep thoughts,
While staring at clouds as I walked.
They looked like a shoe,
Then a bird, then a stew—
Which ruined the point that I’d talked.

Florida Forecast by Sonny Moone

There once was a breeze from the bay,
That vanished by mid-afternoon day.
I planned to feel cool,
But got fried like a fool—
So I blamed it on Tuesday (okay?).

This postcard turned up unexpectedly inside a used book brought home by Lenore, its age uncertain.


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