He sat upon
the velvet chair
with soft, glowing light
for reading there.
The loose, white pages,
rows of black text,
words from authors
to inspire the next.
He sat to read
with reflection and care,
late in the evening
in the velvet chair.
Copyright 2010 Ashley Garofalo
Tags: author, composer, composition, Eastman Theatre chair, lyrics, poem, poetry, Steve Danyew





I love, love, love this poem, and I totally covet the chair :-)
Thanks, Gwyn! We love the chair – one of our greatest antique store finds. Hope you’re doing well!