joys / part 2

puffy cotton candy sunset clouds

warm crumbly earth sifting through fingers

overall clad curly headed tottering little human

snatching glimpses of Smokey peaks through tree pockets

cold gasps* water and slippery rocks

lost in the words of a good book

tired legs from a good walk

an evening chat with a denture-less neighbor and his pretty wife

the chance of meeting a bear in the dark

the favorite little fluffy chick with yellow feathered feet

join me.

You don’t even have to leave your name. Note the happy things of life with me. Let’s count joys together.