Every single day
just before midnight
make yourself a list,
at least five each day.
a strand of music that haunts you
an email you weren't expecting
soup and salad at the Bistro
your terrier waiting at the door
a warm body, a warm blanket
Count your blessings,
name them one by one.
Some weeds turn out to be wildflowers,
some scrubby bushes blossom profusely,
some simple, green foliage of summer
bursts into berries by the autumnal equinox,
elegant and enduring.
Take a day, a simple day.
Let it be hallowed
by its simplicity.
Just make yourself a list.
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