Simple Pleasures

There are times when we realize that the greatest pleasures are the most simple ones. I’ve catalogued a few in the poem below and you will quickly notice the use of sensory perception for each. Sadly, in my view, we don’t afford enough time to appreciate these simple pleasures. We are just too busy with all the important things we have to do! Right?

The smell of her hair on a pillow laid bare / Although her bedside lies empty /I know she was just there / I roll back to my space / For a few minutes more / Not quite awake, I wonder / What the day has in store.

A warm cup of coffee / On a cool spring morn / cradled in my hands like a precious orb / The warmth extending to my soul / And then I sip that first silent sip / A soothing liquid for my lips / And in mind and body, I am whole.

The tick-tock of the second hand / As it sweeps around the clock / In this quiet room I hear / Other simple sounds both near, and far / The warm air moving through the vent / The low rumble of a passing car / My living breath / All seem heaven sent.

In the garden by the foothills / May flowers begin to bloom / As a soft breeze shakes the petals gently / The colors dancing in the wind / Tasting new life floating, everywhere / The smell of spring is in the air.

A formation of geese in a perfect V / In the early evening light / Silhouetted against the dusky sky / Strangely quiet in their flight / A gift from nature to my hungry eye / I watch them fly / Away.

I reach out and touch her face / She smiles a contented smile / A picture of simple grace / A gesture of love, such a little thing / I return her smile / Content with all that love can bring.