The Little Things

I love the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves just as they are about to fall to the ground.

I love the way a poem can make my feelings fly with eagles, even when I don't understand everything it implies.

I love hot tea and a copy of the Norton Anthology of Poetry on a cold day.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.


~John Keats