this poet followed nose to see
all the smells that comfort me:
new mown hay… alfalfa, please
fresh laundry dried on gentle breeze
strong coffee brew drips into pot
wood shavings piled under knot
just bathed baby’s silken skin (the
top of head where hair grows thin)
lilacs, idyllic of childhood play and
an orchid corsage on Mothers Day
pancake breakfast with bacon frying
crunchy leaves when geese go flying
salty spray froth-whipped by boat or
wrapped warm in mother’s worn coat.
Link to dVerse where poets explore comforting smells…
a poem in my pocket 