“These places are time machines, spaceships, story-makers, secret-keepers. They are dragon-tamers, dream-catchers, fact-finders, and safe places. They are full of infinite possibilities and tales worth taking home.”

 

-Jen Campbell, The Bookshop Book
POEM OF THE MONTH

To the Thawing Wind

By Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!


Bring the singer, bring the nester;


Give the buried flower a dream;


Make the settled snowbank steam;


Find the brown beneath the white;


But whate’er you do tonight,


Bathe my window, make it flow,


Melt it as the ice will go;


Melt the glass and leave the sticks


Like a hermit’s crucifix;


Burst into my narrow stall;


Swing the picture on the wall;


Run the rattling pages o’er;


Scatter poems on the floor;

Turn the poet out of door.

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