As I Walk the Path, My Senses Swoon

Sweet the nectar of blooms upon a breeze,
delicate the redolent scent
so pure and infused in every breath,
to ease our sensibilities to a frenzied bliss,
as if those petals with a soft kiss
did release us from our woes.
Afferent breath so beguiling,
each step a memory of halcyon days passed,
and honeysuckle in bursts assumes the view
as lingering its gift so clean and true,
does uplift a heart on a summer day,
when senses are attuned.
And trees impart their rustic barks,
so earthy and rich in fibrous notes,
their scent a shared capacity
with thriving leaves so green,
as mulch breaks down beneath,
and that crusty musty smell of life does thrive.
As I pass sweet violets amass at my feet,
and their purple scent like a blessed valley breeze,
nostrils open wide to imbibe their subtle release,
as I am overwhelmed with fragrance,
pollen and air mixed with sweetness
greet us on our path, to blissful embrace.
As grasses brim each bed,
trimmed just so at the edge,
I smell their grassy green notes,
a fragrance of my childhood,
boys at play in wrestling rumbustious glee,
that pleasing scent of freshly cut grass
so invigorating.
The sky is clear, and clouds whisked away
on current up high, yet there is a scent,
a fragrant empty blue, air
like the sea without the salt,
fresh, clean, the stuff of dreams
and I can but feel release.
Someone’s baking, a pie perhaps,
that pastry so brown and buttery,
as apple does attest its superlative bidding,
home made deliciousness in every bite,
wish it was mine,
but the scent is so sublime.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Lovely rendering of a beautiful day full of natural aromatherapy. I took the time to bake an apple pie this morning. The scent of pastry, apples and cinnamon was intoxicating. I love this verse, Tony. Thanks for sharing these delightful scents in this great piece.
Glad you enjoyed, Phyllis. Our smell is one of our most memorable experiences and its great to imbibe the world through it. Take care.
Ah, the wonder of all those scents. Poetic words that bring the scents to mind and how I wanted an apple pie at the end.
Me too Rasma, we have to go to Phyllis’ place she was baking one, lol. Glad you enjoyed dear poet. Take care.