A grain of sand

A flake of snow

A drop of rain

A soft hello

Summer beaches

Winter skiers

Growing gardens

Friends for years

A needle’s eye

A piece of thread

A button lost

A robin’s egg

Mended pocket

The poet’s purse

Holds together

The universe

Let me show

The little things

Sparkling dust

On fairy wings

Not miss the beach

For grains of sand

Afraid to reach

For another’s hand

But count the stars

For they are small

Yet they twinkle

For us all

The moon is strong

And moves the tide

Yet a song

Moves hearts inside

Simple words

Of poetry

Are like a forest;

Full of trees