The Nose Knows Its Spring

The nose knows
Senses the scent from a mile away
The first mowed grass of spring
The freshness
Scent of green
Of Earth renewed
That April-May flavor
Of sunny warm breezes
Like a sigh of relief
After winter’s long held breath

But by summer’s peak
Dry and sunburnt July
The bark of ‘dog days’
The nose forgets
Becomes accustomed
Instead of attuned
Tuned out
Until spring returns
As far as the nose
Grass is only mowed
In the spring

9 thoughts on “The Nose Knows Its Spring

  1. i love this, David………and I know that smell…….the smell of new dirt and baby grass. Beautiful. The repetition reminded me of the sweet cadence of season upon season. ~ Love, Bobbie

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