Paying Homage to Spring, the Season of Rebirth!

The sense of smell
not just a breath, but a thread of time,
woven through the air,
carrying pieces of forgotten things
we never truly lost.

Inhale, and it comes alive
the warm embrace of cinnamon
rising in the kitchen,
a memory of laughter,
spilling over a steaming mug,
of childhood mornings,
when the world felt safe and whole.

There’s jasmine
soft, tangled in the evening breeze,
its sweetness pulls at the heart
like an old song,
familiar but fleeting,
a touch of love long gone
but never far,
like a whispered name
you can’t quite remember.

Then the earth,
when rain hits hot pavement,
sharp, metallic,
like the rush of newness,
Or petrichor, rain on dry soil,

everything smells fresh again
even sorrow,
washed clean,
ready to begin.

And winter.
The cold that cuts deep,
the air so crisp,
it smells like clarity
like something you’ve always known
but only just understood.
It takes you back
to places you’ve never been,
or maybe places you’ve forgotten
you’ve always carried.

The scent of nostalgia
is it in the old leather-bound books,
the dust of a thousand years,
or the soft, powdery smell of your mother’s hands,
the ones that once held you close,
now just a memory,
fading with every passing year?

The sense of smell
a vessel that carries us
to places we can’t touch,
but feel all the same.
It lingers in the corners of the soul,
awakening fragments of us
we thought we’d lost,
like the forgotten scent of someone we loved
and the quiet, tender ache
that stays with us long after
the air has moved on.

Smell is a journey
it doesn’t need a map,
just a breath,
and the emotions will come.
From the tip of your nose
to the heart of memory,
the world unfolds
in the spaces between
the fleeting,
the forgotten,
the always there.

Spring, the earth`s hearty smile!

What memories or scents do you associate with spring?

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