Childhood
My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy
spell.
Cool pebbles bounce in the
stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.
Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I
don’t need more than this.
Copyright
2012 Jennifer Wagner
This is one of my favorite poems that you've written - thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteWell, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteOh this draws the reader into its dreamy state, trailing one's hand in water under the warmth of the sun. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it drew you in, Sherry, thank you!
ReplyDeleteNo, who would need more? Delightful!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it Rosemary! Thank you for commenting.
DeleteThe hand dabbling in water in Nature's world is so envigorating for the soul!
ReplyDeleteTrue, Gemma! Thank you for visiting, I appreciate your comment.
DeleteThis is truly beautiful and filled with warmth.
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Mary, thank you very much. And thanks for mentioning that annoying bot-filter feature. I thought I had that turned off!
ReplyDelete"Two smiles play on my lips—
ReplyDeletecontentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I don’t need more than this."
I love days or moments like that. Wonderful
Me too Kiana, they are some of the best. Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving your thoughts! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza. Who could need more indeed?
ReplyDeletePattiKen- thanks for visiting and commenting! I'm glad you connected with this one.
ReplyDeletevery good sharing of childhood uncertainty.
ReplyDeleteHi wild magnolia, thanks for commenting on my post. Childhood uncertainty was not the concept I was writing from in this piece, interesting viewpoint!
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