A bird has a nest
A fox has a lair
A den is a home
If you’re a bear.
I have a comfortable old chair.
Soft pillowed blue,
a flowered cloud,
The perfect place to read aloud
to myself or silently
letting long words run over me,
letting the stories I have read
make moving pictures in head.
New chairs are nice
but mine is best.
My spot to think in
to plot in
dream in, many dreams,
to scheme a few outlandish schemes in
Kings need crowns to be the king
I can be anything
if I just have my book and chair.
“Comfortable Old Chair” by Karla Kuskin
response to week six of the solstice to solstice project at urban.prairie.forest
a fifty-two week project focused on the seasons – one word at a time
flickr pool – the solstice to solstice project
2 thoughts on “solstice to solstice :: comfort”
what a sweet poem and perfectly suited once again.
Really such a very very sweet poem! I can feel it, I love my old sitting place and read and think and dream, my morning and my evening hour, lovely!