My Favorite Things
Summer nights;
spilling
honeysuckle fragrance,
lit with soft white-diamond stars,
reflected in my eyes.
Crickets song;
chirping
serenade of attraction,
soothing a simple-born girl,
taking pleasure.
Harvest moon;
big orange
shining full on velvet,
ushering Autumn's change-all season,
makes my spirit smile.
Child's laughter;
innocent
mirth ringing true,
changing times of dog-tired days,
leaving me refreshed.
Days passing;
memories
held in fragile mind,
shards of thoughts re-shaping life,
calling back the moments.
My life;
convinced
the moments count,
too scarce the time for second-sight,
treasuring my favorite things.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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