Can one describe a chocolate’s taste
Or find soft words for baby’s smile
Can words tell honey’s sweet bouquet
Or express relief to rest awhile
Can one recount a rainbow’s arch–
With words to bring to view its sight
Or portray the shadows of the Moon
And thus reveal its pale, cold light
Are there apt words to sob relief
When the lost toddler’s tearfully found
To describe the lilac’s inebriate scent
Or the Ocean wave’s full basso pound
Is there a word for the brush of lips
On newborn’s cool and silken brow
Or the splatting sound of dripping rain
That strikes the verdant leaves and boughs
Can one describe a rose’s red
The weathered hue of an old windmill
Tell me please, where those words go ?
With so many heartfelt thoughts to fill
One need not fret, nor search in vain
When it seems words do not ensue
The sentiment is so well conveyed—
Most times, a subtle tear will do.
-p. (Leonard N. Shapiro N.Y., 1/2018)
