Library
Words in trees in trees
silent cacophony
echoes in varnish
words lost in silent dronings
generations whispering between covers
ancient oak seasoned with lifetimes loves and dreams
tomes in high branches dignified by atrophy
and grime of a thousand sweaty fingers
gold-gilt leaves rustling in winds
of collective rumination
as all await rapture of spring
reopening
Diffuse the Muse. 
Hi diffusethemuse. Thank you so much for your comment and liking my poem ‘ Drift Wood!’ Best Wishes, The Foureyed Poet.