I hesitate sharing my work from school because it isn't Shakespeare, Dickinson, or Keats. It is all right, maybe good/warm, but not brilliant. :) Maybe presentable enough to show a few public/friendly eyes, those who glance this way, but not more than that. :) My teacher approved of this one so I thought it wouldn't embarrass me too much if he liked it. :)
Reading with Father
calm, winter's white night
filled with warmth of bread
melting butter and honey.
Golden beauty dripping
illuminated by firelight and
strengthened by father's baritone.
children are curled on the floor
in a fortress of pillows, afghans, patchwork quilts.
his voice, creating impressions
we follow; we pursue
traveling worlds newly made
wonders envelope our minds
as father gives life to words
stark black and brilliant white.
outside, the snow falls
