This is the final poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things.
Your scent is multitudes, plethora, myriad
The wind of summer blowing ocean into my lungs
or buttercup essence against my cheek
strong like a hurricane
and gentle as distant thunder
Your breath is life, animation, resurrection
turning dirt into men and holding the earth in orbit
the flies of summer wade through Your exhalation and dance on its waves and excess
Does perfection have an aroma?
I inhale You, exhale You
Your breath is all around,
loving, protecting, refining, perfecting
And fills me even when
I forget You.