scent – Poetic Meanderings

Uprooted

She lays the pale-pink rose inside the fountain remembering how it was a living thing, rooted, just a day or so ago, but the blush lingers, the scent remains, the petals are still silken to the touch, but only for a day or two more, with no roots, no veins inside the soil, it willContinue reading “Uprooted”

Ever-Spring

I spent an hour snipping flower stems, hundreds of green stalks, some thick but tender and others thin and dense as sticks. I pulled out each bundle, released the most delicate from webbed coverings, and the room filled with a heavy floral scent. As I sat amid the profusion of hues, deep fuchsia, rich purple,Continue reading “Ever-Spring”