Spring

Spring

Spring

How do I describe the smell of today?

Like roots gestating, releasing their fragrance for new plantings

It’s heady scent fills me with memories of early days in Los Angeles when

Life was music,

Youth was expendable, and

Early morning dew told me I was immortal

Now in my patio, through the eyes of a speckled history

I breathe the raw air

Deep into me,

Grafting its gift onto a new birthing.

A new symphony is coming.

#arlenekarian #poetry #spring

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