The Simple

The simple

And the ordinary

Hold the truth.

Small caches

Of memories

Forming the matter

Of our lives.

Like fireflies

Born to blaze yet dim

In a spark.

Lit fiercely,

These tiny fires of

Simple knowing

Trace our days

Into glorious years

That lapse into


How we sleep


Not seeing the treasure

Of the mundane.

Copyright 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image:  my garden


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