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 / 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.