The gentle flowing air seems to be filled with the smell of long-awaited sunlight. But the forgotten Sun’s glow is simply the most obvious characteristic about the unusually vibrant pond, which keeps immersing me in a relaxed cosmic giggle. Inspecting further, I focus on the smell of freshly cut grass, blending with the assorted array of blossoming floral arrangements. So many new smells come on offer simultaneously. The seeds of the various widely weaving life cycles become rooted in my unconscious mind; engulfed by pollen’s airy flight with a soundtrack of mating calls from the Earth’s unappreciated minds. Warming vents concoct together in the twirling wind: my nostrils flare to process the intake of springing flair. The rare scents from all neighbouring ecosystems are connected through vortexes with fragile suction, driven by unseen draughts of convecting currents.
Spring’s Soft Dreamy Flicking
The seasonal drift
brews and lifts
aromatic effervescence
to the smooth refreshing breeze
which brushes the heavenly mixed
natural perfume beneath
inhaling nostrils; unprepared
for their sensory feast.
Some noses bunch and quiver,
and with a blessed sneeze, freed from allergy’s fever.The olfactory sensors have been fully quenched,
ever since the primary inhalation of morning’s
fragrantly drenched, refreshing breathe,
as bodies wake their minds by stretching and yawning.Maroon streaked eyelid panes open cautiously,
while photon beams reflect off white pudgy gelatine,
refracting within black pupil twins, protected as pins:
aware of night’s recent wandering spin,
warned by the dreamy warm feeling
resting on lightly baked, blinking lids.
Springtime has finally gathered the courage to reveal itself (the long cold Winter was too dampening). For me, it feels like everything good and beautiful that we all seemingly feel (in due time) has caught up to me all at once. Oh stay forever, close to my heart: those constantly random, numerous bursts of bliss had been lacking on this side of the equator. Then all of a sudden, life births a new verse of gleeful chirping and the cosmos is perfectly in love with the world once more. Gentle honey flow, you are more than welcome to linger!
Moonlight Memoirs 