This poem is for local contest about joy. You're comments are most welcomed!

Small things

Breaks of sun in the icy mix
that�s New England in winter
that allow this book hound
to walk or shuttle to her local library.

Bookstores that don�t mind me
browsing for hours, even when
they �re aware I have no money
and am merely seeking refuge
from the bluster.

Monthly gathering of poets geared
to awaken muses despite
the raw temperatures;
literary sparks need not await
Persephone�s return

Categories: poetry [t]

Heheh, the bookstore stanza is my favorite.
» Mockiller on 2009-01-08 01:05:57

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