Nuggets picked up along the way
Mental pockets of visions.
The glimmer of water droplets on a spider’s web
The doe eyes of a deer mesmerized at my presence
The sound of frogs croaking in unison
The fringes of an unfurling fern frond
The white crown of an eagle soaring
The flat stone that fits in my palm
The mornings hush
The evenings calm
Pockets filled with the days wishes.
