Wants

what is this wanting;

my pleasures are simple:
a good book,
a mug of steaming tea,
a blank page and a good pen,
a quiet walk in the sun,
an ocean to soothe my soul,
family;

I have all these -
and so much more -
at my fingertips,
so what is this unrest;

it is as though
I want something more
from the world,
it has nothing more to give;

what is it I want from myself,
what hollow desire
keeps me searching
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A Hint of Spring

what a relief
is the winter sun,
cutting through
the bitter cold air,
to provide a faint glimmer
of a distant warmth -
a hug of hope,
a reminder
of a Springtime to come -
it nourishes the soul;

too often we fear
the bite of winter winds,
keeping ourselves locked inside
we miss out on
the most joyous part of winter:

these simple reminders of Spring,
so precious,
they keep us going
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