Simple Life

I see such simple people here

and no one has a clenched raised fist

each man content to grind his grist

late autumn skies are crystal clear

no trace of gaudy or austere

the moon is full the pond stays still

the blackbird chimes a simple trill

small children eat their curds and whey

each burns one candle more each Day

while neighbors eat their mint and dill

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 88 (Day) in the D rhyme line.