Monday, January 12, 2026

Books Fall Open (Monday Poem)

by David McCord
 
 
Books fall open,
you fall in,
delighted where
you've never been;
hear voices not once
heard before,
reach world on world
through door on door;
find unexpected
keys to things
locked up beyond
imaginings.
What might you be,
perhaps become,
because one book
is somewhere? Some
wise delver into
wisdom, wit,
and wherewithal
has written it.
True books will venture,
dare you out,
whisper secrets,
maybe shout
across the gloom
to you in need,
who hanker for
a book to read.
 
 
from Good Books, Good Times!
selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins
illustrated by Harvey Stevenson
Harper Collins, 1991  
 
 
 
  

Monday, January 5, 2026

Artist (Monday Poem)

 by Anna Grossnickle Hines
 
 
Bright as a lightbulb,
round as a pie,
the moon glows full
in the winter sky.
It's high overhead,
but far below
the moon paints pictures
on the blue-white snow.
 
 
from Winter Lights: A Season in Poems & Quilts
by Anna Grossnickle Hines
Greenwillow, 2005