the fresh saltiness of the ocean
as the sun melts into it;
the damp earth after a gentle rain
that leaves the trees glistening green;
the blend of cloves, cinnamon and cardamom
as they infuse into my earl grey;
the sweetness of their soft cheeks and hair
as my children smile in dreamland;
the heady fragrance of white blooms
that serenade the moon;
the comfort of his skin where my head rests
as we whisper into the night.
what smells wrap their warm tendrils around your heart?
as the sun melts into it;
the damp earth after a gentle rain
that leaves the trees glistening green;
the blend of cloves, cinnamon and cardamom
as they infuse into my earl grey;
the sweetness of their soft cheeks and hair
as my children smile in dreamland;
the heady fragrance of white blooms
that serenade the moon;
the comfort of his skin where my head rests
as we whisper into the night.
what smells wrap their warm tendrils around your heart?
8 comments:
Ever since pregnant with my dd, I have been super-sensitive to smell, and try to avoid it. The only smell I can really enjoy is that of homemade bread in the oven.
I like what you wrote :-)
oh this is deeply beautiful
....I needed to smell these
just this moment.
thanks for the sweetness,
Jennifer
I love the comforting scent of hot coffee brewing first thing in the morning. I love the smell of lemons and of basil. Oooooh, fresh basil leaves! Lavender soothes my soul. Hot chocolate rocks my world. And the smell of a baby, ah! Even that puppy smell makes me smile.
This is beautiful! As dry as we are, the smell of rain is especially joyful.
This is so beautiful Kamana! For me, the scent of lilacs and freshly cut grass are two of the scents that absolutely thrill me.:)
Lovely, indeed...I like the smell of new mown grass, the scent of Joy perfume, summer rain, cuddly babies, sheets dried in the sun...so many different things.
Beautiful...
I love fresh cut hay, and bread in the oven.
smell of a distant fig tree in the wind
vanille, anywhere
and lost smell of my grandmother's fruits pancakes
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