by Profe Steve
Metronomic ticking of the clock Barely intrudes upon the silence.
Almost inaudible hum From the kitchen
And the soft whirr of a fan.
A lone dove calling in the mist Seeking love.
Leaves sway with the gentle breeze,
Crystalline droplets of life
Giving them strength for the day.
A curl of steam from my mug As I raise it to my lips,
And a contented sigh as my wife Turns over to resume her dreams.
My heart is content with such tiny perfections.