stones and sound

Gratitude:

for my wifes skin soft and magical

the sound of the word daddy

uttered by one of our children

for fireflies,nasty and beautiful

the shoreline,the smell of bread

the taste of tea,of roses

hyacinths and pine needles

for the soup of poems

the luscious music

of freedom

for freedom

the symphony of the city

strange and wonder-filled

the smell of citrus fruit

and onions and peppers

a well worn chair

the perfect weight of a fountain pen

for blossoms all

apple cherry magnolia

almond

for newspapers and bookstores

the smell of the shoemakers shop

the way my older neighbors dog walks with her

for baloons and bright colors

neon tie dyed

anything but pale

limpid sameness

for Van gogh sun and fields

and Pollock controlling

chaos of colors

briefly

wind through leaves

the smell of rain

for clouds

in all variety

and lazily

happily

watching them

on my back on a summer afternoon

for my wifes sighs