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.