Simple things are lovely things

Rain, dropping from the eaves

Is molten silver streaming down

Upon the fallen leaves.



The thick, gray mantle of the fog

Hides everything from view

Footsteps make a hollow sound

When they're unseen by you.



The echo of a horse's hoof

Upon the cobblestone

Beats like a strange, erratic pulse

Within my heart alone.



A quiet hour on the sand

When all the tide is out

Brings with it something deeper

Than I care to talk about.



Shafts of sunlight through the trees

That grow upon a hill

The first green shoots above the ground

Though winter lingers still.



Simple things are lovely things

We need no wealth to share

The monotone of nature's soul

...That whispers everywhere!

~ Grace E. Easley