Monday, May 2, 2016

Season of Innocence/sense(s)

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


Buddah Moskowitz said...

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
"Today sounds like the train,
always going somewhere, like we are,
even when standing still."

Fantastic poem. Thanks, Moskowitz

Janet Martin said...

beautiful...can't choose a favorite stanza,each one drawing sentimental delight from the reader.

Grace said...

Each today is lovely Jennifer, specially the ending ~ I am looking forward to the new season ~

Tank said...

I love the description of all the senses, all woven together!

Magyar said...

"always going somewhere"
"even when standing still"
> imagination <

__Such realism in your verse, Jennifer! Nifty! _m

Jody Lee Collins said...

A true feast for the senses....beautiful.

Wendy Bourke said...

This is such a lovely expression of the joy to be found in precious moments. I can smell the lilacs! Smiles.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Bump... are you writing? :)

janetld said...

This is so, so beautiful and rich - one to read over and over. Thanks!

Timoteo said...

Tastes like goodnight on the lips of a there's a lovely line!