In this season of giving, I received a gift from poet, Molly Frederick.

A Rich Life

She loves the things she loves, and nothing

and no one can stop her.

Sometimes it’s a single pear ripening on a

pale green plate. Or two smooth sticks,

long and knobby, reminding her

of the legs on a Sandhill Crane.

Occasionally, it’s watching three small red

rosebuds opening  – one delicate petal

at a time, flaring out  – telling time, softly.

Daily harvests. Can’t life be made from

simple harvests such as these?

Yet, others desire:

Gilded mantel pieces. Marble floors, granite

surfaces. Crystal chandeliers.

Grand curving staircases, and their polished

dark-wood railings.

Thick,  graceless pillars  – painted extra-white.

While others prefer:

large stone patios designed for lavish parties,

where large quantities of champagne

go unappreciated.

Gold-embossed ceilings – looming low.

Ostentatious fancy clutter, inspiring a desire

for more.

Simple harvests slow her down, fill her life

with meaning. Fill her days with riches.

She loves what she loves, and no one can stop her.

So: Tell me  – what do you love?

On second thought  – don’t say a word.

Dear Readers, In the many months since I last published a WINN post, I have forgotten the process for sending it out to you.  But I want to share the gift Molly gave me. So, here it is without the accompanying image I wished to include and with some spacing of the lines that is awkward.

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