Verse in Four Senses

Pitch, tone
Brightness, contrast, hue
Fragrance

Throw and catch
Whistle
Of passage through air
Slap of the baseball glove

Snowfields under a gray sky
Still water reflecting autumn leaves
Speeding red convertible
A family of geese on the grass

Wet leaves on the forest floor
Clean breath of wind before the rain
Wood smoke
Roses

Her pheromone sweat
“We’ll still be friends?”
Wild blonde backlit halo
Back and forth, once
Low and soft
“No, I don’t think so.”  

-- Tom Rubenoff