Recent Book Activity

It's definitely eccentric. Some might even think it is mad. But from time to time, I find it interesting to leave books out "in the wild." I also share books with others through the bookcrossing network of readers. If you possess one of the books from my bookshelf, I hope you are happy to have it. It is an unconditional gift with an invitation to experiment. Come join the stories of our books here at bookcrossing.

Our House

As the leaves turn their backs on us
And the lilac gives over to dusk, nothing
Is ever certain, not even the house, stubborn

In twilight as it outlasts the grove
It was wrestled from. Those left behind,
The oak and ancient elm, lean against each other

As if in consent. Out of dirt, out of
Some small mistake, comes the seedling;
It too has learned to watch, as we walk in and out

Of what wilderness was, and will again become,
As we enter our home, the way we enter love
Returning from elsewhere to call out
Each other’s names, pulling the door closed behind us.

Sophie Cabot Black