Little Things

the fragrance of the early morn,
the sunlight on the sill,
the smell of coffee perking, and
outside, the robin's trill.

a friend's voice on the telephone,
a child with a smiling face,
a letter from a loved one dear,
some flowers in a vase.

just little things, these treasures mine,
and yet, somehow, i find
they brighten my entire day
with cheer and peace of mind.

what is beauty?

beauty is the yellow of morning sun,
which warms my heart when night is done.
it's crimson as the finest rose,
and magnificent as the wind that blows.
it's green grass in the spring,
when the flowers bloom and children sing.
it's the lavender of twilight time,
sweet as an angel in a poet's rhyme.
it's a sweet and innocent little girl,
it's white as a precious pearl.
Beauty is the bluest of skies,
over purple mountains standing high.
beauty is gold that autumn wore,
it's these things and much more....