Note: This poem is inspired by my first mason jar mug ever, bought for me by my dad. Yaaaaaay for cute drinking receptacles (who else has them?).
I sincerely hope you enjoy this! I’m off to another weekend (to be spent with a migraine, oi vey).
Love the little things like
kittens paws on your cheek
and dust motes on sunshine
like petrichor and
the love seat just your size
like
the smooth glide of ink
and the rolling turns of phrases
Love
the little things
like clear sidewalks in the evening
and midnight conversations
(the best Doctor’s WHO?)
like towns that turn you childlike when
you turn a certain corner
and the mornings with the silence
of a billion dreaming souls
Love these little
tiny, subtle
things
