The Smell of Spring- Poem and artwork
I love the way the sun plays
With the shadows on the wall
Through the windows they create a cascade
Of clear golden showers for all.
I have to draw the light in so tight
And hold it close
I don’t want to let go of
This warmth that releases me.
I take it in, all the way in
I breathe in the soft glow
I am at once alive,
I can’t deny
The sun has saved
My silent soul.
When it is spring, I open windows wide
To breath in crisp air intermingled with spice.
I smell the wisps of perfume
When I am in my mother’s room.
What words could I use
To express the sweet bliss
Of fragrances that blend
All the smells are defined
In my nostrils
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