Poems old and new

Treasures

Treasures

In the coolness of the night,
my fevered brow felt
the comforting hand of nature.

In the heat of a bright summer day,
a fresh spring of water in the garden bower
and a soothing southerly wind slaked my thirst.

Welcome rain on an August afternoon
pattering down the window-sill,
drenched my mind in ceaseless memories.

Winter nights spent in a shared bed,
brought on an ultimate relaxation
to my whole being, kindling gratitude.

Simple pleasures in simple things
of beauty, love and Mother Nature,
blessings, I am not in a hurry to count.


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Written for Stormy's newsletter& contest, June 2021