Tuesday, January 15, 2013

365 Poems: After Book Club

Day 15

Book club tonight. Not a normal meeting, sadly. One of our members passed away  suddenly just after Christmas; we took the evening to remember her, and to talk generally about books we're reading, rather than a specific book.

This is a poem I wrote some time ago, after a book club meeting.

After Book Club 

Stepping from the warm house, 
Breathing in the cold night, 
And the stars -- 
White, many, clear, far. 

In the yellow room we'd talked 
Of books and dreams; 
Honesty and other lives; 
Characters -- and ourselves. 

Touching the dark horizon 
A spare crescent moon waxes, 
Blood red, barely there, giving small hint 
Of the fullness the future brings. 

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