It is chandeliers br brought alive with candles br and diamonds and emeralds br thrown up to them br and the beach after a storm br a homecoming br a log thrown on the fire br the taste of lips br a baby’s smile br a song remembered br a walk with children br a dog wagging its tail br a welcome br a meeting of eyes br a sea-wet shell of pearl br alabaster br a kitchen smell’s promise br an old friend after so long br the scent of daphne br laughter between br an unexpected touch of hand on arm br the first primrose in the hedge br fresh paint br the moment the tide turns known br a smile from a stranger br a love letter half read br the first bike br new socks br a baby rabbit that doesn't run away br lavender br a new knowing br wind-dried bed linen br a first memory br hand knitting br the garden after rain br tears of laughter br raspberries br a sky full of stars twinkling br cicadas singing at night br the smell of mountain herbs br a trickling brook br greenness br br it is like thatbr br Michael Shepherdbr br