(poetry diary 70) I was thinking of posting a library-related poem today in honor of the weekly trip my son and I made to the public library last night, but I decided to look for a late October poem instead. During my searches, (woot woot!) I found an October poem about reading.
I like what the last stanza turns the reader into….
Reading by Winter Light, Late October – David Wyatt
You can’t sit still, is that right?
Leaves blowing by give you ideas–
The wind, too, as cold as it is.