Outside
snow makes its way
into corners of woods
and vistas flatten in
the floor to ceiling drapery of sky
wood and book-lined
walls
breathe life into the room—
a living wall exchanging
exhalations
and curiosity
with wisdom and narratives
words crowd
the tabletop
italic
letters swirl in the spills
curl up into lowercase and
hide under the napkin
and traverse corridors between
fiction and this
quiet place.