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Seasonal Scents
Roger Belton |
I awoke this morning to a glorious scent,
The smell of Fall air so indescribably potent.
It wafted all 'round me, caressing my very soul;
Bathing me in subtle aromas, finer than spun gold.
I lay 'neath the sheets with eyes kept closed so tight,
Drifting to bygone places, long forgotten, out of sight.
Such amazing experiences scents can call to mind;
Events from our distant past like treasures we re-find.
There's the smell of fallen leaves; ah, that's one of a kind.
The earthy smell of moldy decay only Fall brings to mind.
Breathing-in this aroma, I no longer lay snug in my bed;
But strolled deep in autumn woods, leaves crackling as I tread.
The pungent smell of a wood fire, dispelling morning chill,
Brought memories of grandma's pies, cooling on the sill.
What valuable things these are, the memory-scents of our past;
Things to be treasured and relived as long as life may last.
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