quiet hours

I love getting up early and having a cup of coffee in a quiet corner.  Since high school, this has been a time of contemplation and prayer.  I also love going to the library.  When I got my library card here, now years ago, I felt more at home.

Some days are like stepping stones, and some days I can create a lot.  Everyone has a story.  Here are two short poems that reflect the simple things in my life.  Blessings, Ellen


winter weather in Wisconsin
warmth of morning coffee
in my new mug
from the thrift shop
with the big blue heart


L  ove of literature
I  nspires countless
B  eautiful hours of
R  eading many
A  uthors, and sometimes
R  ereading beloved books
Y  early

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