Simple Things

SIMPLE THINGS

Raindrops falling in puddles,

that first frosty breath

that makes you do it again.

The crinkle in your nose

when sub zero hits,

and there’s an excuse to wear

chocolate brown leather gloves

and a lime green scarf tied loosely.

A properly prepared latte that

glides down your throat

as you sit undisturbed with your

favourite magazine, knowing you can

sit there for five minutes or five hours,

the choice is yours.

Playing the CD you love

to have so loud it ricochets off

the leather interior you can afford.

Spending the money you

and you alone have earned.

Checking the balance that has

your name.

Reading in bed

listening to the wind

with the faint drone of the radio

playing the usual midnight rubbish,

that doesn’t seem to irritate any more.

Waking up every morning,

not really caring whether it rains or shines,

but knowing that whatever you do

is your decision.

Having two mornings in every week,

when you are not ruled by an alarm clock

as you stare out the bathroom window

at snow covered mountains, some will

only ever see in dreams.