Simple Pleasures
The aroma of fresh-baked bread,
The scent of a book yet unread,
Hints of spring in the air,
When the coldest winter’s fled.
An old song like a forgotten friend,
Over the din of a bar heard again.
A sunset’s liquid gold,
Splashed across sky, sea and sand.
The rustle of a fresh white quilt,
The fall of a lover’s hair like silk,
The queries of a little girl,
Made softly with a quivering lilt.
The mist from a sprinkler’s spray,
On a lawn and a hot summer day.
The notes of a saxophone solo
Weaving into the heart to stay.
Every moment carries a treasure,
To gladden the soul beyond measure.
Blessed are those who find
Contentment in each simple pleasure.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
