You love the small streets,
the quiet precincts;
the lighted window
up on the corner
where a tree this past–
Christmas still sparkles,
all the world made
heavenly by a cup
of lemon tea,
simplicity
and nourishment
of mere life, the bed
at dawn, the waiting home —
even one alone,
bare minimum, sometime,
maximum can be.
bravo
Thank you, Larry! My head is bowed —
Quiet, emotion, soft touches, deep thoughts to think-!
A rhythm in words to take a deep breath to!
lovely
Love the beauty and simplicity of this poem.
Eloquent Jack! That warms the soul!
Sublime, quiet, warm and cozy
Lovely, Jack. Less can be more.
Like an artist drawing a few lines,
just enough to reveal the image,
your few lines of carefully chosen words
create a quiet early morning scene.
Truly word artistry!
Thank you for your words.
Loved your poem.