First of all a big welcome to my new followers, Allison, Betty, Road Dog Tales, Sugar in the Golden Retrievers, Jennifer and Katie. Thank you for stopping by and please leave a comment.
I'm still on my "sniff sentences" kick, especially since hubby trimmed the shrubs and cedar bushes. And a miniature rose bush I thought was dead at the end of summer, just blossomed again.
A dozen sweet smelling roses snuff out the bitter scent of betrayal, then wilt like a dead marriage. (I'm happily married.)
Broken evergreen boughs leach Christmas memories tangled in lights, wrapped in a red satin bow.
Apple cobbler cooling, chili simmering, fresh bread baking ~ warming the house and heart.
Please write a sensory sentence and share it. It might be the beginning of a great poem, or it might stand alone as a poem.
Have a blessed weekend. It's going to be nippy here, only in the 60s. Time for a hike.
5 comments:
Minty green sage hug pollen heavy yellow wildflowers causing itchy eyes; the dry air of high desert autumn predicts winter's slow tread coming.
Claudia,
Oooh, I love that phrase, "winter's slow tread". This captures the moment and makes me want to rub my eyes. Thanks for participating.
I smell the beginning of fall and the end of summer. A relief is in the air.
sandie
Sandie,
YES! and it is bittersweet for me. I just took down my summer wreath and hung the fall wreath on the front door. I like summer, love fall, hate winter, and spring is a breath of hope and fresh air. I do like having the windows open in fall. The crispness makes me sleepy. Thanks for partcipating.
Autumn sighs, and crisp sunset leaves whisper and whirl upon the ground; the final kiss of summer.
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