Big as a mountain at the
Start of the month.
Green, luscious, and just waiting
To be used,
The middle is less,
As your responsibilities rise
the end, they’ve beckoned
And it’s all gone.
(A metaphor poem)
Who I am:A voracious reader whose number one passion in the world is discovering new reads and sharing my love of books with the world. 2016 Challenge:
Books Read: 9/70 |