TREASURE

Walking across the road,

towards the store,

with the last few coins of the month

clinking in my pocket,

I smile as I find myself humming

"If I Were a Rich Man".

My eyes find the beloved hills

ringing the harbour.

I croak companionably

at the raven heckling me 

from a high wire.

Clouds are wisping so beautifully

across the shoulders

of Meares Island.

And the waves! the waves! the waves!

are sporting tiny white caps

this fine morning.

I reflect

that I am likelier happier

than many of the local 

millionaires.

For here - and here! -

- and here! - and here! -

lie my treasures.

All my life, nature has been my love and my delight. Blue skies have brought me through all of the good times and the bad. I have never lost that wonder. I am a lucky girl.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Treasure.