Roses Among The Tomes Poem by michele fermanis

Roses Among the Tomes

How sweet the scent
curling through the air
it lingers on her clothes
hung loosely from their hooks

a crocheted throw in pinks
upon her comfy chair
the floral quilted bed
inviting dreams of other lives

this all too feminine room
though lined with books-
art, history and travel
the sturdy reference texts

too long they've lain unread
she knows what each contains
bought for tomorrow's need
one that rarely comes

she will never be alone
with the authors crowded here
waiting ready at her side-
the haven that a library brings.