Kiss
‘Kiss ’til later,’ you send.
Can later be forever,
a kiss
without an end?Kiss like waves greet the sand
as the
ocean
stretches towards waiting land.Kiss like the sun on scorching
days
warming the soil
through nature’s haze.Kiss like the wind
within our wood,
caressing fresh leaves
and each tiny bud.Kiss like the moon, young and fresh,
crescent shaped
and inviting a
wish.Kiss like the blazing fire of gorse
defying each season –
a
stream defining its course.(Jean Tubridy)
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Well woven and nice imagery Jean.
Thanks very much.
Well done, beautiful poem, imagery is eloquent and moving. Lovely pictures to go with it.
“…Kiss like the moon, young and fresh,
crescent shaped
and inviting a
wish….”
Would not that be the business of a kiss? To invite a wish?
Hi Van, I should perhaps explain! I was brought up to have great respect for the ‘new moon’ ~ as in the first quarter, crescent shape that we see. Superstition has it, in our family, anyway, that if one sees the new moon through glass it is bad luck but if one sees it in the open, one can make a wish.
You have no idea how deeply this superstition was felt in the family ~ going back generations and each month the sighting of the new moon was a cause for a who thread of phone calls alerting family members to the fact that ‘the moon was out.’
I totally take your point that the business of a kiss could be to invite a wish!