gentle moving cumulus <br />painted bundled roses <br />white tint of smokes <br />cloudy; mud in brooks <br /> <br />hugging mountaintops <br />bare-naked shiny rocks <br />moist dripping down cliff <br />to ferns; grandpas on earth <br /> <br />water flows down river <br />shallow yet it sparkles <br />like your smile in morning mist <br />i could feel it, i could even taste<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-it-2/
