A small free library stood in front of a porch.
Among the jumble of books and drawing books,
I found an old copy of the northern folktale.
The brown pages of the book seemingly glowed
under the sunlight as the sun dipped into the horizon.
In return, I left a book from my own collection
one I had brought from the New England.
In this tiny house of books,
worlds and stories are shared.
2.12.2026
Ralph with Coffee 