Wednesday, December 25, 2013


Once I smelled in it
the fullness of iron green
and was gripped and swept
into a road of breaths
and shuffling dark green.
The deep North in an instantaneous gust.
Now that smell is faint,
like childhood, only a memory.
But all the same I keep
breathing it
sensing I am treasuring
the few drops I can gather
from the forest sap
in my cupped hands.
More than enough
on the way to the border.

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

you capture the essence of scent there, its elusiveness and its evocativeness

Hope you're havign a happy Christmas!