Senses

I sipped the blue 

of an autumn 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 the 

dew-dropped fields. 

 I touched the 

smoothest satin shine

on a mapleleaf 

whose fragrance speaks 

into my fingers. 

I saw emotions 

roll a rainbow 

across Memory's 

stormy skies 

through transparent tears