Scents and Sensibility

It only takes a light drizzle to

ignite the garden smells

wriggling through the open door to

meet the slowly-maturing scent of a

leg of lamb roasting full of

garlic and rosemary.

 

Tonight we will eat our fill, the

tang of mint already on my tongue, and

tomorrow, I just know, there will be a

sudden rash of roses.

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  • Tinkerbell  On June 8, 2016 at 10:42 pm

    I love your poems. When I read this one, I could smell the scents ♡

    Love, Tinkerbell

    PS Thank you for all your lovely comments on the other site, you know….

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