It is chandeliers <br />brought alive with candles <br />and diamonds and emeralds <br />thrown up to them <br />and the beach after a storm <br />a homecoming <br />a log thrown on the fire <br />the taste of lips <br />a baby’s smile <br />a song remembered <br />a walk with children <br />a dog wagging its tail <br />a welcome <br />a meeting of eyes <br />a sea-wet shell of pearl <br />alabaster <br />a kitchen smell’s promise <br />an old friend after so long <br />the scent of daphne <br />laughter between <br />an unexpected touch of hand on arm <br />the first primrose in the hedge <br />fresh paint <br />the moment the tide turns known <br />a smile from a stranger <br />a love letter half read <br />the first bike <br />new socks <br />a baby rabbit that doesn't run away <br />lavender <br />a new knowing <br />wind-dried bed linen <br />a first memory <br />hand knitting <br />the garden after rain <br />tears of laughter <br />raspberries <br />a sky full of stars twinkling <br />cicadas singing at night <br />the smell of mountain herbs <br />a trickling brook <br />greenness <br /> <br />it is like that<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-that-2/
