Notebook Fragments

I looked through one of my notebooks today - the small blue one that usually lives in my purse and is the catch-all for the thoughts, rhymes, and pretty leaves I pick up on my wanderings - and found this pair of poems written back in November. 

Alone within myself,
And singing to the night -
How can I be lonely
With the starlight
For a friend?

But never lonely,
My shadow is
A constant friend.

And then, I jotted down these lines to keep the other two company.

My Notebook
Virgin pages clothed
In penny thoughts
And bits of rhyme,
Scarlet leaves
And little flower-things...
Pressed mementos
Of another time.


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