All My Senses

Sun through the fog. Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith 2020

All my senses come alive

in the beauty of tree-glow, cinnamon and gold
seep into my skin, neuron-sparked,

I taste the pastel river blues, mint and citrus,
drink the night’s indigo, red wine, vanilla-scented and wood-smoke

hazing the humming moon–
and I dream

of morning sky tasting of peaches and ripe berries
bursting with sweetness.

With trembling fingers, I touch rainbow-lettered you
but love is white light, composed of every color,

holding stars songs of yesterday and tomorrow.

For dVerse, where Grace asked us to write a poem on synesthesia, specifically grapheme color synesthesia, so I hope I got it right.