abstract · art · Art Therapy · author · Beauty · beingunique · creative · healing · Hygge Poem · Hygge Poetry · INFJ Poet · literature · Love Poetry · Minimalist Poem · Nomad Poet · Nomad Poetry · poet · Poetic soul · Poetry · Poetry Book · Short Story · Simplistic Poetry · soul · Travel Poet · Travel Poetry · Zen Poetry

Scent of Spring (Poem)


As I sit here
With the french doors open wide,
The see-through curtains try to escape,
As the wind try to whisk them away.

The smell of fresh cut flowers flow through,
At the same time,
The scent of the apple orchards fill the air.
The scents intertwined,
While I sit here
And lose track of time,
Giving this glorious morning
A brand new definition of true beauty.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s