Sunday, August 17, 2008

A Seasonal Observation

Each season has its own perfume
It carries for its own --
The Winter has his special scent --
Like taste of snow on tongue --

Or like the wind sucked through a scarf --
Chill flannel -- holly -- sleighs --
Or steaming cider -- chestnuts split --
The first thaw -- icy trees --

Sweet Spring dabs sachet at her ears --
The scent of greening hills --
Of rain-swept air -- and sun-drenched grass
And teeming daffodils --

The Summer’s scents are fireworks --
Ice cream -- mimosa too --
The nights she brings are full with scent --
Of new-cut grass and dew --

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