Little Things

Comfort for me,

Is sitting out back under the apple tree,

With a good book in hand,

One I’ve read a dozen times before,

Scanning pages while overlooking the prairie land,

And never needing more.

Comfort for me,

Is being wrapped up in a soft blanket,

Smell of coffee lingering in the air,

Watching reruns of Golden Girls,

With my furry companion near and dear.

Comfort for me,

Are early mornings when they crawl into bed,

Small hands tangled in my hair,

Hugging me close,

So much cuteness to bear,

And not once wanting them to let go.

Comfort for me,

Are summer days on open water;

Crystal blue and lively,

Humming of a motor,

Aluminum boat rocking constantly,

Salt and seagulls in the breeze,

Anchor down below and skies that please.