Scented memories
grow on honeysuckle vines
entwined in sunshine
On my morning walk (I'm using that phrase a lot lately) I smelled a sweet familiar aroma. I turned around and saw the source twining up the tree--a honeysuckle vine. Have you ever pulled the blossoms to taste the small drop of honey at the base of each blossom? I once made honeysuckle sorbet. It was divine.
For today's poem can you focus on smell or scent? What are some smells you like?
fresh baked pizza
roses
baby powder
spaghetti
macaroni and cheese
fresh coconut
What are some smells you'd rather not sniff?
skunk
wet dog
pickles
sauerkraut
burnt toast
I had an easier time making my bad smell list. What about you? Today write a poem about smell.
Happy Friday and I hope you have a great weekend.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteOh, the memories that come to mind when we smell something we've smelled before. It takes us back in time, like a time machine.