Carpe Diem Time Machine # 8 Perfume
after the spring rains
the smell of earth in my hands
bruised mint wafting
drenching the air
on a humid night
the faint aroma
of the locus tree blossoms
perfumes the breeze
Poet, Avid Gardener, Quilt Artist
Carpe Diem Time Machine
Carpe Diem, Haiku, poetry
April 18, 2015 at 10:20 am
lovely perfumed words here 🙂
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April 18, 2015 at 9:00 pm
Thank you, Sumana glad you like them.
April 20, 2015 at 6:24 pm
Ah all those wonderful perfumes … I can smell them ….
April 20, 2015 at 8:24 pm
Glad you are enjoying the aroma!
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