There is a certain magic
when the little things
and the finer things
overlap.
Pick them with care,
leave no bruises, carry out
your trash and promise
to replant the pits somewhere sunny.
We all stand
under the shade of trees
planted by good samaritans
of days gone by —
we’re here because of love.
Savor those moments,
as the season is short and
there’s no time for
pithy observations.
I hold peace with this
fleeting moment
in the palm of my hand.
One crisp bite
on a perfect day
and I’m grounded again
no matter where I am
or have been.
Embrace the things that change,
don’t wait up
for them to come around
again.
The File Pile 