It is chandeliers
brought alive with candles
and diamonds and emeralds
thrown up to them
and the beach after a storm
a homecoming
a log thrown on the fire
the taste of lips
a baby’s smile
a song remembered
a walk with children
a dog wagging its tail
a welcome
a meeting of eyes
a sea-wet shell of pearl
alabaster
a kitchen smell’s promise
an old friend after so long
the scent of daphne
laughter between
an unexpected touch of hand on arm
the first primrose in the hedge
fresh paint
the moment the tide turns known
a smile from a stranger
a love letter half read
the first bike
new socks
a baby rabbit that doesn't run away
lavender
a new knowing
wind-dried bed linen
a first memory
hand knitting
the garden after rain
tears of laughter
raspberries
a sky full of stars twinkling
cicadas singing at night
the smell of mountain herbs
a trickling brook
greenness
it is like that
Michael, This is simply beautiful. You make me want to write poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And it IS just like that! What beautiful word pictures you paint, my dear friend. I can smell the air, taste the raspberries, smell the leaves burning every time you paint for me!