I hide my photos
in-between volumes
of “Shakespeare.”
From pages of prose
I unearth memories
at a leisurely pace.
Against the leather spine
my nails tap a warning:
Shh!
A library is meant for quiet.
Tag: quiet
Solitude
A warm solitude
Brings peace and quiet
Slow like rain droplets
Drying on skin
Mysterious Stranger
A woman walks veiled
Shimmering in candlelight
A tread on cats’ paws
TV
Quiet, a dankness
Through it breaks the static voice
In the den, a laugh
RED GLADIOLA 