I lead a simple life. In fact I like many of the simple pleasures the poet lists. I love all the condiments to be sure. However, I will add marinated anchovies preferably eaten in Spain.
I’m not a fan of windy days, but I do like sunny ones, especially in Spring when the lime green buds gild the trees their freshness.
In Summer I don’t need a fire. My peace is a shady spot in the garden to dream.
The children are still here but they have grown. I see them in passing as they wisk through their lives, while I both read and live the poems I find here and there. And then there is the music, the folk songs, which have been in my soul……forever.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot my single bed to sleep in alone, while the earth turns through the equinoxes-lengthening then shortening-shimmering days into twinkling nights before a fresh dawn, which brings another poem to both read and live and maybe write about before I die.