Little Things
Oh,
Dear ...
Bright heaven,
How the fates have smiled ...
You are as the breath of morning -
Kindled with the soft-spin of memory,
Sweet with the taste of passions, proved,
Tempered by the dark of dreams,
And wildly warm as spiced chai ...
Oh, to greet each day, thus,
And hold the favor
Of your gaze ...
Blessed ...
Am I.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Premiere Number 160 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
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