012823 sonnet We Have Books

We Have Books

We’ve books about the house in many rooms,

One “Made in the U.S.A.” days ago,

And now it rest among our ancient tomes

Which have not moved in a decade or so,

Collecting dust of Winter dried out skin

We slough and shed at night asleep in bed,

Gets kicked-up, airborne, pet stuff added in

With plain old dandruff fallen off our head.

A gentle snowfall flits in shafts of light

And coats our haven white-ish, bits of us

Then nestle thickly after taking flight,

These bookshelves filled the very pits of us.

For knowledge now and future reference too,

To have and hold, equal parts, me and you.