Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Library


In the silence of the morning
Among shelves of well-used books,
I see the few snowflakes fall,
And the brown stalks swaying
With parched winter green.
Once, I had huddled
In musty stacks of unread theses
Over diagrams thick with the cycles
Of carbon and life.
Now, my pen scratches,
And I hear the leafing of pages
Against the tap tap of keyboards
And a well-modulated whisper
Heard above my breathing.

4 comments:

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Wonderful library description.

Cha sen said...

Thanks, Denise.
What could be better than to be surrounded by books and the like-minded on a cold Saturday morning?

Rebekah said...

My world here is covered with fluffy snow, and this photo warms the window of my computer. How does such rich luxury glow in such a cool, quiet image? Amazing.

Cha sen said...

Thank you, Rebekah. Hope the snow is a source of pleasure for you and not a bane.