Today
smells like new lilacs
and
the warm redbrick
of
the library baking slightly
in
the springtime glow.
Today
looks like my smiling-eyed son
toting
a stack of books,
the
pep and hop
of
his bright, young step next to mine.
Today
sounds like the train,
always
going somewhere, like we are,
even
when standing still.
Today
feels like that moment
I recognize
I’ll
have only once
--and
tastes
like
goodnight
on
the lips
of a
season
better
than summer,
innocent
and golden.
©
2016 Jennifer Wagner
This is beautiful - I love all the details, but especially all the sense-elements of this: the smells of lilacs, the heat of the library baking, the pep and step of the stride. There's real wisdom in knowing
ReplyDelete"Today sounds like the train,
always going somewhere, like we are,
even when standing still."
Fantastic poem. Thanks, Moskowitz
beautiful...can't choose a favorite stanza,each one drawing sentimental delight from the reader.
ReplyDeleteEach today is lovely Jennifer, specially the ending ~ I am looking forward to the new season ~
ReplyDeleteI love the description of all the senses, all woven together!
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> imagination <
__Such realism in your verse, Jennifer! Nifty! _m
A true feast for the senses....beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely expression of the joy to be found in precious moments. I can smell the lilacs! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteBump... are you writing? :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so, so beautiful and rich - one to read over and over. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteTastes like goodnight on the lips of a season...now there's a lovely line!
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