Nothings I Love. Poem by Fay Slimm

Nothings often amaze and enthral me.
Show me an awareness, momentarily.
Share with me wonder, and oftentimes
Leave me in awe, able to see behind
Reason for joy in blackbird's springsong,
Or scent of yellow rosebud, blown along
The lane, a fallen leaf in autumn, rarely
Seen flowers, the feel of wind in my hair.
Sightings of stars, trails of bonfire smoke.
Dogs at their play, sea-shells when soaked.
The sound of laughter, baby; s sweet smile.
All sorts of nothings, but all so beguiling.
Warmth for the heart, composed of smallest
Significance, 'no-things' still sing life best.