🌹 Counting The Sences 🌹 Poem by James McLain

I.
Five things I see in twilight's tender glow:
The river's dance beneath the moonlit sky,
The leaves that curl when autumn winds do blow,
The stars like silent watchmen shining high,
And in the east, a cloud of softest blue.

II.
Four things I touch that tremble in my hand:
The velvet petal of a blushing rose,
The silken thread of sand upon the strand,
The cool night air that through my fingers flows.

III.
Three things I hear in evening's quiet song:
The whispering wind that stirs the silent pines,
The gentle lapping waves that flow along,
The cricket's call that mingles with the signs.

IV.
Two things I smell upon the night's soft breeze:
The sweet, faint scent of jasmine in the air,
And distant rain that lingers on the trees.

V.
One thing I taste, the breath of summer's fruit—
The ripened peach, its nectar warm and sweet,
A fleeting joy that turns a golden hue,
In memory, a moment bittersweet.