Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
They are bursting forth with pride.
Smoke is pouring forth from inside.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories escape and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.