Essentials
An old cottage that always welcomes you.
Flowing water, flowers, trees and a view.
A baby in the cradle and birds in the wood.
A dog, a cat, a hearth with logs stacked.
Books to lose myself within, words to weave.
Red shoes, Guinness, family and friends.
Health and happiness, music, kind words and hugs.
Compassion, understanding and sweet, sweet laughter.
Days of soft rainfall, wide rainbows, sunshine,
sunsets.
Images of beauty, colourful and bright.
Voices of velvet, dreams and memories.
Candles, night skies, stars and silence.
The moon and its magic, fairies and the angels’
touch.
Nivea, perfume and a warm, warm, shower.
Earl Grey, goose down, poetry and sweet, sweet
sleep.
Cait O’Connor
All of these are totally and wonderfully described!
ReplyDeleteYes , essential indeed!
So beautifully put, Cait.
(Loved the Nivea...!)
This makes me so happy, Cait.
ReplyDeletexo
Pure poetry - thank for posting.
ReplyDeleteI loved that - gave me lovely goose bumps.
ReplyDeleteCait, as I began reading Essentials, my eyes were careful to note each work, each transition, and then all of a sudden I felt as if my eyes were dancing and skipping, delighted to be rewarded with each new discovery.
ReplyDeleteThank you! xo
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteEssential - and all simple too. But then the best things in life...
ReplyDeleteVoices of Velvet...oh you do know your way around words. Another winner!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, I like you idea of what's essential.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem!
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