Simple pleasures

Simple pleasures, the

Rise and swoop of

Pen dipped red ink to

Fly again across this

Page. A place to call

Home, my place where

I can find my

True voice, my

One voice that was

With me at birth will

Stay with me 'til death.

A cup of tea, her steam

Drifting upon the cool

Evening air, life filled

With poignant promise, 

With times that beckon

Draw me toward

Their magnificence.

There is little that is

Wanted in this world

Little missed or missing.

It is complete, here and

Now, filled with its

Simple pleasures.