Here is one of my non-rhyming non-standard form poems,
for the poets and book lovers among us, to celebrate the time of the year when we gain an hour.
****** More Books Than Time ******
Fine books and time
would seem to be,
a happy kind
of luxury.
.
.
Both of these we have
and yet we find,
there’s always more to read
than there is ever time.
– Sky