Today's prompt was to write a poem about a small pleasure. Yesterday I walked outside of my home and the scent of spring hit me, I took a deep breath and it smelled like sunlight, grass, trees, growth, honey bees, pollen, everything. The smell of Spring is everything, and just a small breath of its aroma is a pleasure.
Ode to the Scent of Spring
The earth smells
as if it is sleeping
in a hammock,
bathing in sunbeams.
It takes a
deep breath
and relaxes
its muscles.
After a long
winter, the sun
warms the ground
and
earth ripens
into a musk
of growth,
soil and roots
digging deeper,
tree branches
stretching,
so knotted from frost,
they roll
their shoulders. The leaves
curled tight to stay warm, now
they unfurl
themselves like hands
offering to
hold the sunlight,
to store it
and keep it a little longer.
It’s the smell
of greening, landscapes
sighing in relief
as they release
their leaves
and shake out their tassels,
filled with
honey gold pollen.
It’s the aroma of earth gaining momentum;
the sun and
shadows frolicking,
chasing one
another, drunk on
the perfume
of awakening.
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Beautiful! I love the scent of spring. I could feel it today.
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