The sun beats down just a little too heavy
on this early April day.
Beads of sweat form on my brow,
as I listen to the birds gossiping,
and my nose wonders
how many more miles until it’s here.
The heat and the sun signal
a possible early arrival,
but I’ve been played by them before.
Just when my head and my heart
and my poor bare feet have given in,
another cold wave has blown through
and I’ve been stopped, frozen,
rendered unfeeling.
I breathe in the warm air,
searching for familiar signs.
All I need is the faint scent of lilac,
or possibly hyacinth,
and my olfactory imagination will run wild.
I can still make out the peppermint
on my temples from an earlier headache
and the bergamot on my hands
from morning meditation,
Yet, I am searching for something different.
Coconut
Lime
Sea salt
Jasmine
Lemon verbena
Basil
Mint
Cut grass
Fresh mulch
Suntan lotion
Another deep breath…
and again, my nose wonders
how many more miles until it’s here.
April 6th
Prompt: Write a Poem that Smells
Tori Dreamer 