These I have loved:
wildflower meadows, clear rivulets, rocky heights of mountains
snowshoes strapped to boots, quiet shush through fresh powder
powerful, empathic, wondrous words heard from lips, read on pages
swelling, surround sound of woodwinds and brass in band practice
companionable petted presence, walks, whine, odor, licks of dog
deep, dark, long-lashed eyes of cows, shining wet with curiosity
smooth touch of sweetly scented, oh-so-soft baby’s perfect skin
squeals, shouts, smiles, pouts of grandchildren…eighteen seen!
magnanimous masculine hearts of eight men; six from boyhood
loyal laughter and spiritual bond of kindred spirits in dear friends
wise, patient influence of godly mothers, grandmothers, aunts
exotic variations of chai tea: steeped, dirtied, iced, spiced, latted
homemade blueberry scones, warm, drizzled with lemon glaze
succulent jumbo shrimp dipped in cocktail sauce, eaten seaside
wake to morning songs of birds serenading our shady campsite
thunderheads rumbling across prairie, forked lightning flashes
each mysterious phase of moon that beguiles with mirrored light
warm sun on skin, stretched lazily on beach chair, plush towel
fresh, clean smell of air washed by rain; damp hair, shampooed
wild roses blooming annually along ditches, lilacs in backyards
greenest fields of corn in rows, tasseled and pointing skyward
…all these have been my loves.
A list poem patterned after Rupert Brooke’s poem, “The Great Lover”… linked to dVerse poetics, hosted by Kim. As I recount the things I have loved, I must give thanks to God for these gifts; He is truly The Great Lover!
a poem in my pocket 
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