Fragrances

Books are books, friend…
Not treasures, like gems,
Treasures like windows, like worlds.

Oppose slogan
In politics, religion --
In your heart,
The wind said.

I held the spoon
Below the cup…
For the jasmine scent.

Ruth brought the horses in.
The pasture smelled of deer.
The woods held promise, like blueberries
And the river.

Vivaldi and Satie
Still linger in the shadows
Never faded, nor forgotten.

The procession of chance events
Coheres, though not as a whole.

Nicely done, Peter, I can still remember the scent in the rose garden some 40 years ago and the vanilla in the kitchen longer ago than that.

Les

windows are treasures. like worlds. beautiful.

i am in love with this thought.

-with love

'Tis how I've always thought of books.

Thanks for commenting. It is always encouraging that people leave comments...not just the positive ones like yours here, but it is also encouraging when someone critiques a work. It gives the writer something to aim at.

amo et avanti,

Peter