... the way the air smells after a spring thunderstorm.
... the way my dog tilts her head when she just knows I'm going to share my lunch.
... the smell of fresh cut grass in the summer.
... the serenading sounds of the waves splashing on the lake shore.
... how warm my feet feel when my cat curls up and lays on the blankey that drapes them.
... how the crickets know I'm sitting alone in the yard and serenade me.
... the warm feel of the spring sun smiling on me after a long winter.
... how the wind hits your face when the car windows are down.
... how the sun sets in the desert west of Tuscon.
... the smell of coffee in the morning.
This poem is delightful, I think someone got out and smelled the roses. It is very easy to lose sight of the little everyday pleasures especially if there is pain involved. Maybe a little reminder is what is needed to get things back into perspective. The message was summed up in the title alone, "I Love" everything after that is automatic.
Well well, this is very pleasy, enjoyable
Life and everything and everyone in it, is meant to enjoy, love.
Awesome, what a way to start my day, oh and with the coffee too. lol
So bright and cheery
lol
Let me get out of my trance first. You really dragged me into every one of life's little joys (except the desert one, I've never been to the desert but I'm guessing it's exactly the way you described). I try not to take those things for granted, because I do love every one of them. For me especially, I absolutely love the dancing in the rain and the way everything smells after its rained. You have gotten me thinking about everything I enjoy now.... Thank you! This was wonderful :)
These reflections bring to me an almost sad longing ....... like catching in the rearview a past fading into history, wondering if the Tucson sunset spreading sweet colours across my skin will be the last I ever feel .........
I am so with you in this "Love," as it tugs at everything that brings a sigh from depths unfathomable. Thank you for the breathtaking photo - the mention of my 'home.' And morning coffee. ;-)
Yes, indeed. This could also be titled, things that are free. I've been making a mental list myself. This one is as deliciously descriptive and sweet as one of its entrees. I love...a poem by a Creepy Blue Guy. : )
Ahhh, Jer. The simple things we love in life. Perfecto!!! I smiled the whole way through. I know many of these things myself, and they are indeed, something to love. Nice job!
I think you had to actually stop yourself. LOL!!! This poem made me want to stand still take a moment to reflect on the little things in life. A beautiful read - and I think you and the entire world have a lot in common, even if you are the Creepy Blue Guy. :)
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