Bound and determined - Day 13 Poem

Latch on Leather

Never intended to buy anything,

other than maybe a bead,

but that shop is gone, and I end up

back here, where wonder tracks

have led me, and I see the journals,

leather-bound, displayed, beckoning

to me, knowing I've not bought

myself a new book to write in

for some time, and the brass latch

adorning the small, hand-stitched

cover, attracts me, says touch me,

and I do, working the lock to lay open

pages of creamy, white handmade

paper, their small size just perfect

for my small thoughts, and though

I replace the little one to examine

larger, more ornate repositories,

I return to this one, were I will rest.

This wonderful little blank journal (3x4 inches) was purchased last night. It's from these folks, and I am seriously craving some of their other ones (if not most). It's a size that will fit in my purse - my warm weather one that is - and I look forward to using it. I tend to be rather utilitarian in my blank journal choices, so this was a bit of a splurge for me at $16. But I am in love with the latch!

Oh, and I wrote something in it last night - but that's not my poem-a-day poem.