Life's Smallest Things...

*thank-you, Sasha:)

(This morning the sun reflected off of something that created the illusion of two suns rising)

This small bundle has produced more happiness than is possible to pen:)

It seems to be life’s smallest things

Which bring the biggest happiness

And makes us feel like common kings

Beneath the thrill of its caress

The pages of spent age are filled

With testaments of kind delight

Where journeymen of time are stilled

By miracles of sound and sight

  Dew-drops, a baby’s cry, a bird

*A word penned and mailed from afar

Snow, like pearl-dust by small feet stirred

Black night studded with specks of star

A smile, a little girl or boy

A book, brook-song silver and blue

And from the well-spring of grief-joy

Love’s smallest proof, a tear or two

A window full of fresh-born day

Arms full of newborn babe, oh my

The blossom bud unfolding May

Small leaf strumming pink twilight sky

...a cup of tea, rain-melody

Laughter love-spawned, a piece of bread

A garden gate, an apple tree 

A muffin with gold butter spread

Fences drowning in flowers, wild

And free to all who wander there

To wonder like a looking child

At mercy’s marbled thoroughfare

…impossible to tell them all

Or try to spell the thankfulness

For something that seems oh, so small

Yet hold life’s biggest happiness

© Janet Martin

Wishing you a day of small-shaped wonders!

Happy Saturday!