Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Poem: Reading Jane Austen

Reading Jane Austen

Reading Jane Austen,
you recall how passion
can be gentle and quiet,
but no less strong,
no less consuming
for its' demure disposition,

a truth
reflected in a spring day,
or gentle rain,
or the clasp of two hands
while silently walking


Today is Jane Austen's birthday! So I wrote this poem to celebrate. The picture is from Mystic Seaport. You can click on it for a larger version.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have been reading all your words, after you very kindly left a comment on one of my Babies (thank you). I am liking what you do with words and also how you capture moments, not just in your words, but also your pictures.