Small Stones

I have been remiss. I have been distracted. My mind has been busily occupied and has not wanted to stop, not even for a single moment in the course of each day, to pay attention to the here and now. Here's a small stone:

Fire

in the fireplace.

Penne, with home made

pesto sauce. Candlelight.

A glass of wine.

Or this morning:

After rain, the patio tiles

glisten. In their pots,

the plants breathe happily

and show off their green.

A chill in the air;

soon, sunshine.

See? Not hard. It just takes a moment's pure attention to gather a few words. A poem? Who cares?