Closed books wilt and ruffle,
They go to sleep,
Take them in your hands and open them,
See how an engrossing one holds you spellbound,
They urge you to read them on,
They entice you with beautiful pictures,
Interesting stories,
Deep knowledge,
Poetries,myths and legends.
Some get you so immersed in them,
That you refuse to close that particular book till you come to its end,
Every book has its own value and content.
28/5/2020

How sweet is the sound
Of the songbird's spritely tune
On this summer morn

Oh, what I miss most
is the closeness and
touch of a human hand.
A simple thing, one we
normally take for granted,
like my grandchildren's arms
around my neck. Handshakes
or hugs in greetings or farewells
with friends, all taken for granted
for years, lost to us for now,
but will eventually return.

Spring sun and breeze,
porch sitting at ease reflecting,
hip deep in tranquility, smiling
living well one breath at a time.
Possessing way more than enough.

The creak of a spine
And scent of a musty page
Intoxicates me