"New Notebook"

Lines
in a new notebook
run, even and fine
like telephone wires across a snowy landscape.


With wet, black strokes
the alphabet settles between them,
comfortable as a flock of crows.
~Judith Thurman


This poem makes me want to get some ink and learn calligraphy so I can make my letters look like little black birds that squawk at you on cold winter days. 


*Photo Credit: Jeff Archibald