I am grateful for the small things

So early it’s still quiet outside
whilst I sit in my window with tea.
I’m watching the world gradually wake
as fleeting thoughts pass by me.

The old couple wear matching coats,
she carries the paper; he, his cane.
They look so at ease though they say nothing,
he leans in to kiss her in the rain.

A robin sits on the apple tree branch.
The sky gathers its soft warming light,
whilst the last of the nights stars twinkle.
All is hinting at the day’s delight.

The book lays on the windowsill,
a leather marker pausing the story.
Yet, when finished and missed,
it will not be as amazing as life’s journey

Such beauty is held in these minutes
Small moments to love and be grateful for.
Unexpected happiness from a single moment,
capable of allowing this day to soar.