SENSES DESIRED

Not even one month
of winter’s darkness
and white has passed
without all my thoughts
fast forwarding to spring.

If I close my eyes
and rest without sound,
my five senses go to work.
I detect the aroma  of newly cut grass,
delight in the purity of clean air,
overhear birds tweeting their call to mate,
sense sunshine warming me throughout,
while Irish emerald charms my view.

At times, another sensation comes to call
—the awareness of a distinct closeness
with a loved one from above—
one who's come to commune for a while.
Then, in a flash, they’re gone,
leaving me with an inexplicable emptiness
but appreciative, nonetheless,
for that twinkling of interaction between us.

©2011 By David Lee Thompson