For today's prompt, write a smell poem.
It fills picnic baskets with quilt-and-book dreams...
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It flutters and twitters in finch-frilled treetops...
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It gleams in each sunbeam...
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It gleams in each sunbeam, streams where brook-song brims
It sparkles in jewels that gild barren limbs
It quivers and gushes from heaven to earth
A river that rushes death’s graveyards with birth
It lilts in the lyric that landscapes compose
Hint of minty tincture and pink wink of rose
It wafts in the softness of purple mist-crowns
Hiding yonder hill, still steeped in grays and browns
It billows in breezes that test laundry lines
It melts in mosaics of last summer’s vines
It purrs in the fur of pussy willow trees
And laughs in the garden that wakes from its z-z-z-z’s
It spills like a love-song we had long forgot
A duet of bluebell and forget-me-not
It fills picnic baskets with quilt-and-book dreams
The shrieking of children knee-deep in cold streams
*It romps in the rollick of puppy and cat
It makes happiness feel so jolly and fat
In spite of mud-messes and shivery show’rs
Washing dowdy tresses and waking the flow'rs
It takes winter-weary woodlands in its arms
In renewals wrought only by nature's charms
It reinstates pulpits and preachers named Jack
And carpets its chapels with violet bric-a-brac
It flutters and twitters in finch-frilled treetops
It shimmers in puddles, glimmers in raindrops
It runs in the sap boiled to maple-sweet yum
First harvest's gold gathered in drum after drum
It flings wide the sense of a rust-jaded gate
Where havens of trillium and daffodils wait
Where choruses warble in numberless laud
It rouses from slumber the gardens of God
It bobs in the step of farmer’s pep restored
It steams up from cups where outdoor tea is poured
It makes home-sweet-homers feel like queen and king
The pure, pungent, heady aroma of Spring
© Janet Martin
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This brought me to a great place and such peace!
ReplyDeletethank-you! poem-mission accomplished <3
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