…
It calls to me in whispers,
waves,
a sable cable-stitched curl
of treehouse sunrise. Reprise
the chorus of trees in breeze,
coffee brewing and cobalt
blue bold. Hold a steamy mug
between blanketed hands and
…………..breeeeeeathe
scent of pine and sun and summers
………………..past and those to come.
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..
Written for Quickly, Day 23.
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Oh yes! Will summer ever return!
The scent of all things wonderful.
Each season has it’s own… smells or lack of them.
Things can hold so much meaning. “summers past and those to come”
and “treehouse sunrise” – nice description.
Love how the scent rouses memories.
Love the perspective here…beautifully captured object, De…so much more than “just” a blanket. ♥