It’s the little things:
sunny mornings after
grey days, music
that brings you there
children laughing
in a strawberry patch
juicy cheeks
soil-covered hands
earth tending
The distant sound of wind chimes
like happy memories
suspending time
The smell of ecstasy
on your lover, the presence
of a true friend
The touch of a childs hand
on your face when you never
expected to know such Love.
It’s the little things
that are really much more.
When love touches our senses
we give our bodies
rest from the weight
of our Being
