That heady scent.
The lilac trees, bursting with blooms.
I stop on the top step before heading to school.
To breathe in the sight and smell.
Walking through the fairgrounds.
Clinging to a large pink bear.
My dad and I stop for candy floss.
Popcorn and corn dogs, permeate the air.
We gather ‘round.
Another chorus of the old tunes.
Listening to ghosts stories.
While marshmallows burn on birch twigs.
Christmas at Grandma’s
Relatives from near and far.
Gather at the candlelit, festive table.
Savoring all kinds of tasty treats.
From the kitchen, a waft of apple pie.
Santa Monica beach
The ocean looms larger than expected.
The furious waves.
Wall of water.
Salt, warm sand and French fries.
Last glance in the mirror.
Still avoiding what I know is true, inevitable.
The eyes tell all and mirror the soul.
I touch pulse points with Obsession.
And think about, my current one.
Saying farewell but not goodbye.
Arranging the yellow roses I knew you’d love.
Feeling your hands guiding mine.
Sadness mingles with memories of happier times.
I breathe in the scent.
I remember yours.
Walking through the fresh snow.
Pine trees and crisp clean air.
Serene, breath-taking beauty.
A stop on the Riverdale Bridge.
Yukon dreams, on my mind.
Bringing back a time, a place, a moment.
Often more poignantly than words or photos.
Gathered through the years.
Recorded for all time.
Written for the June 23rd Woven Dreams prompt: Perfume