Reading

BOOKS

A day of reflection comes

Harvest day full of gratitude

for gifts given and taken,

books become friends in the loneliness of rooms

full of words, wind, and silence,

the curtains swing with the breeze that freely comes

and goes, this is the harvest of memories,

But why look back?

why frown at dates and thoughts that have gone?

so walk among the volumes of waiting poets

and novelists and dreamers and tragic heroes or heroines,

voices waiting to speak to an open heart

maybe they will lead

maybe mislead

but  regardless of pain or sorrows

you will break bread with eternity for an hour or so.