Today, I am asked to consider the senses beyond the visual, what do I hear, taste, smell, feel?
harp thrum-notes of e-reader
waking to the day
counterpoint of clock
tick-talking in time
a crisp mint taste of January air
thick ozone snow-scent,
snow-sent, freezes nostrils and
eyelashes — they glisten in noonday sun
seeking each other’s warmth
fingers curl into palms
–cas
Quillfyre 