Small Things

I have taken something I saw
and, of course,
elaborated ...

Maybe we ought to live

for the small things;

like a brilliant sunrise,

handwritten notes,

neck kisses,

rainy days with 

a book or puzzle -

or just a blanket,

the smell of fresh-cut grass

or Christmas trees,

the first buds of Springtime,

the fog resting in the mountains,

a chorus of morning birds,

the quiet of comfort or

the comfort of quiet,

the safety of a held hand,

the enormity of a good hug,

the simplicity of laughter,

the beauty of a friendship,

the serenity of lapping waves,

the inspiration in a wildflower meadow,

the thrill of a simple hike,

the soft and soothing light of dusk,

and the awe of every day.

For it is the small things

that are not small at all -

but life

in all its splendor.