My favorite bookmark
smells of cherry wood;
each time I read, its smell
compels me to proceed.
Sometimes the words themselves
take on the cloying scent,
each page a trip to other worlds, where
adventures wait and beckon me.
I bask in their exotic spices,
the candied plums of each enchanting land.
Golden days and warm Sicilian
nights caress me tenderly.
And now I see the vineyards of Tuscany!
Amid these colorful bazaars,
with their amazing images,
their heady scents of frankincense
and cherry wine, my head
begins to swim from...
I wander through these woods alone
at night, when all the world is still
and not a light to guide me.
To my left, careening cliffs of tangle
weed; my right bears brooding
wisps of winter trees.
Surrounded by the mist, I long for home
as one would long for shooting stars
to melt the frozen snow and dare the fires