these are the shorter days,
darker days, woodsmoke,
apple wood, colours of joy.
believe in the world, that
you can spell first time.
be proud as you point
out where you live, at
all there is.
i go offline a while.
while, all will be well.Continue
have been quoted before,
holy books, those with no label.
no one reads them, tied, just for
decoration. he said it was a
statement. unopened it spoke,
of double numbers.
wept, could not read
here, now weeping cannot
know these words and cyphers.
a forbidding thing, to speak
in symbols, yet some
she said this is not the real world.
while all around is breaking,
hold on to the inner core,
strong centre that helps us dance,
remember unwritten rules of
etiquette renumbering the you,
after the queue. take your turn.
wait in line, it will turn up in
the lower drawer,
sleep on it like the cat.
today will draw the shoes
for erasure and carry on regardless.
the copper beech is leafless now.
would want to be here alone,
wander the books and paintings,
use resources quiety,un guarded.
yet we came together nicely to share
experience, information, cheesecake
black book of carmarthen on diplay
from hengwrt, a
some books are tied,
some have no labels.
there was a draught
at the national library of wales.