What The Heart Knows
by Debi Swim
When you can look at the star-splattered sky and watch the phases of the moon… hear thunder growl a warning, then bay a rumbling attack… when lightning zags in fiery tongues of sizzle and illumines streaks of rain… when fireflies on a warm June evening flash their serenade silently… when a smile, a touch, a kiss… when the taste of a strawberry, the scent of a rose… when these things and a hundred others no longer touch your soul with their bewitching magic, their humbling strangeness as miraculous hallowing… Then. Then, the heart knows you are a wraith half dead.
Snow lights on my nose
the faintest tickle I feel
life is tender sweet.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 208.
Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet.