A Code of Sorts

Simple. Less. A code of sorts.
What is worth the attention.
What is not.
Love letters to the truly loved.
Invisible to most. But you know.
She knows.
The small things are worth more
than the clutter.
But only if you look.

About this poem.

Just words that came out. No plan. No purpose. Decyphering it myself more than writing by design, I see elements of minimalism (My happiest way to live). I see the little things we do and say that are full of love. But only to those who love us as much as we love them.

This began as a long, multi-stanza poem. Then came the editing. Less is more.

The photograph was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village. You can get prints of it here.