"Through all the frozen winter
My nose has grown most lonely
For lovely, lovely, colored smells
That come in springtime only.
The purple smell of lilacs,
The yellow smell that blows
Across the air of meadows
Where bright forsythia grows.
The tall pink smell of peach trees,
The low white smell of clover,
And everywhere the great green smell
Of grass the whole world over."
- Kathryn Worth, Smells
4 comments:
Love your blog. The poetry, the music...everything.
good evening dear dutchess
i am wishing on the pretty stars i can see tonight for you and all the sweet folk at hilltop
much love
millie
Oh dear...I think the faery dust made me sneeze so much, that I neglected to smell this sweet aroma coming my way! BUT I AM HERE NOW, and how wonderful to see MILLIE AND POM POM...HURRAY! How are you magical friend???? Nita
Just another whiff of your magic before I go on my way to work....this is my last day before SPRING BREAK!!! Any tulips in your garden year dearest? HAPPY DAY! Anita
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