Senses

In the silence of a field

Listen hard to hear

Soft sounds slow to cacophony.

In the span of a year

Seasons and transitions marked 

By variegated palette hues.

In a pan in a wood

Taste intensity grows with hours passing

Intense heat from below.

In a woodlots cathedral rise

Hear quiet chatter and rustle

Shattered as the turkey missiles through.

Blossom scattered all around

Fragrance in the air

Wafting through to you.

In the darkness of the night

Feeling you beside me

Troubles drift away.

In the caverns of your mind

Languages prevail

Echoes in deep recess.

©️Steven Tubb, June, 2020