Time Well Spent Options

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

Time Well Spent

Thumbing through some pages
I think of old friends and bookends;
small pleasures taken.

Warmth of a log fire,
comfort found with
crackles of Hickory and apple.

Winters white wash
a water-colored blanket
curled and cuddled to the ground.

Cold winds of March
blow through the eaves
chattering with empty bird nests.

While I, in the amber glow
of sinuous dancing embers,
let slide my finger, saving place,
checking for light-leaks in eyelids.

[Guest_bipolarwriter_*]

This poem makes me see my grandfather sitting in front of the fire, always reading. With winter right outside the door, he was cozy with his books and always fell asleep, and always saying he was not asleep just checking his eyelids. Your poem took me back to happier times. It was a joy to read and I cannot think of any way to improve this. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Melody

[vessq]

Hi Steve,

I'm with Melody. This is a keeper just as it is.

Vess

[Sekhmet]

Oh Steve - this poem so reminds me of my dear husband - Now eighty three, and still in full possession of every one of the wits with which he was born.
His greatest joy, is to sit with a book, or a newspaper - in front of our wood-burning stove; adding a log now and then, his feet up on the fender, toasting his toes - and reading aloud to me the things that have irritated or amused him. A man - totally at peace with himself.
Such a pleasing picture - and a pleasing evocation of tranquillity.
Leo

[Maggie]

Hi Steve,

What a cozy, comforting feeling your poem gives me! Beautifully written too!!!

One question: Why do you use "blew" instead of "blow"?

Cold winds of March
blew through the eaves
chattering with empty bird nests.

Peggy

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

Melody, Thank you for reading and your kind words. Isn't amazing, here I thought only my family used that expression.
Seems like I am checkong more and more each day. I am glad you got abit of joy and enjoyed your mempries.

Vess, Thank you also, I felt it was when I read it again the morning after I wrote it. I definetly think I have gotten better at critiquing my own writing, than when I first started here at MM three years and two months ago.

Leo, I can only hope and wish that I will still be reading and enjoying warm fires at the age of 83. I got a quarter of a century to catch up...lol. Thank you for reading and the nice reply.

Peggy, I think this may be one of those poems that everyone can relate to in some way, I certainly hope so. Am glad you felt comforted and cozy. As for the use of 'blew'...I had blow written in my rough draft, and I typed it out in the document... but when i sat back and read the whole piece typed, somehow it just didn't look right, yet when I changed it to 'blew' it didn't look right either. And for some silly reason I didn't think to go look in the dictionary, just left it and went to bed. I have changed it now, thanks for the catch and the reminder. I appreciate everyones read and replies.

Steve