Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #538

Words:  honey, leaving, family, books, hunger, truck, sign,
        broken, wind, silk, black, dust


In these black,
broken times,
with family, 
and friends far
away as distant
chimes, she hungers
for books, like a bear
hungers for honey.  She
brushes dust off a pile
of classics.  With 
penchant for hard covers,
she sets aside paperbacks,
leaving them for the next
donation truck pickup.
Wine in the attic, listening
to whistling winds, she
imagines zephyrs of Spring
caressing her skin like
sensuous silk.  Interpreting
this as a sign, she selects
Wuthering Heights where
bleakness enfolds the moors
well before these black,
broken times.

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