Wealth

The paintings on my walls

by artist friends.

Photos Andrew took

with his eye for composition, 

and blew up into framed enlargements.

My bookshelves crammed with volumes – 

some you can't get now, and some

I've had since I was a child

and loved since then.

This cat beside me on the couch

grooming herself assiduously –

or elongated in sleep,

bracing her feet on my leg.

The mountains around the skyline;

the sky in all its moods;

the river that runs through town;

the deep blue, foaming ocean.

Memories: black gums and golden wattles, 

the vast lawns of my childhood.

Travels: sunny Bali, cool Peru,

the crags and streams of Scotland.

The Spring flowers now coming out.

My favourite poems and songs.

Loves I've known.

Written for Midweek Motif: Wealth at Poets United