is when you have summer in your mouth.
It’s warm, like fresh blueberries inside a muffin.
And when you taste it
a little smile happens on your face.
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a tree,
and when words wag their tails.
A poem is what we love and hold inside.
To carry within us, the sky, the clouds,
not only the sun, but the shade.
A poem is a hug with your eyes closed.
It is a feeling,
as if time where nowhere in the background.
is words somersaulting down a hill.
A poem, my sweet
I am certain, is the way I love you.
Linda R. O’Connell 2017