Breakfast of Wordsmiths.

I'm really enjoying my new poetry circle. It's just three of us so far, but we manage to keep things lively and constructive. This morning we talked about some of our favorite "famous" poems before we read our own work. We ate a funny breakfast of fruit, whole grain muffins and chocolate chip cookies. We made plans to do "something cultural" together this weekend.

 I love having poets as friends--they understand when I exclaim over the shadows of trees. They find everything either amusing or tragic. It certainly takes the boredom out of my week.