It's snowing. AGAIN.

This time I'm happy, though, because it's coming down fast now, in clumps that are bigger than I've ever seen in a snowfall.  (Some appear to be marble-sized or larger.)  It's very pretty.

So, for some reason, I had the urge today to get some of my poetry books down from my shelf and do to them what I've done to several of my other books - to go through and highlight lines I liked, that seem relevant or evoke an image that I want to draw; to write notes and questions in the margins.

I am not going to specify which poet these books can be credited to, since I know at least one of my readers will smirk if I do.  Of course, I've probably revealed him by that very statement.  Oh well.

Anyway, I am doing so now, while watching Family Guy.  I don't have a highlighter, so I am using a yellow Sharpie, and the fumes are starting to go to my head, but such is the urge at times like this.