Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
I am sitting alone in my dim quiet room
With my pictures and pipes and my dog,
To enjoy by myself my treasures in books
While the red sparks fly up from the logs.
The soft firelight gleams on the book's open page;
Pipe smoke drifts up in a ribbon uncurled;
The quiet of nightfall pervades my small room
And I read on, at peace with the world.