Senses

I sipped the blue

of a Winter sky

tasting life's ambrosial

memories

in the wine

I scooped up

the dirt of earth

and heard the music

sifting through

my fingers

I breathed the

silent, silver scent

of the moonlit frost

settling on

dew-dropped fields

I've touched the

smoothest, shiny satin

on a maple leaf

whose fragrance speaks

into my fingers

I've seen emotions

roll out a rainbow

across Memory's

stormy skies

through transparent tears