treasures climb into my basket
sun whispers, I capture with dew
two wrens with a picnic for two
a lone red berry from a holly tree
anoles who are looking for heat
pearls, riches found deep in the sea
your heat in any winter’s night
hiccups from a small toy poodle
my words, I am sorry, after a fight
claps, I hold in a bottle, from an oak
giggles, from a baby finding his voice
books, bubbles for a warm tub soak
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