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.