As the garden daisies
Shut their eye at dusk
I close my book
Put away those things
Of today, awhile . . .
The life in this book
Must await another time
Or, another day
To take me further,
Along its line of thought;
Take me with it onward
Toward new ideas . . .
New horizons opened
And made my own
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight; Part 2;
The Placemark Poems, # 3
© Judith Evans Deverell,
2014
The Bookmark Project
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