Saturday
reading books
from my library
enough to last years
and room for more

Saturday
reading books
from my library
enough to last years
and room for more
Friday afternoon
in February
looking from a page
in a book to the window
snow falls
Saturday afternoon
and time to read
shape of the lamp
in sun on the wall
near my chair
poetry journals
to read that have
waited on my shelves
the season now
and also Spring
poetry journals
to read and perhaps
all seasons . . .
one journal at a time
and always Spring
Summer beauty
stays in my heart
yellow lilies from a store
in the blue vase
by a window
ordering
a Christmas wreath
for my parents’ graves
even though I know
they are not there