Nancy L. Meek
THE SCENT OF LOVE
I love to smell a storm draw nigh,
to hang wet clothes outside to dry,
then by and by, to take them in,
glancing back at where they’d been,
warmed and crisping in the sun,
the scent of God on every one.
Then on our porch, I love to sit
where I can catch new whiffs of it
wafting from our fresh cut grass,
the slice of lemon in my glass,
the rose beside my rocking chair…
a hint of Him dabbed everywhere.
The sizzling beef atop our grill
gives my nostrils such a thrill,
I take a deep and grateful breath
for fleeting scents this side of death
bestowed to man and lowly beast…
l’odeur d’amour[•]… a blessed feast!
©Copyright January 7, 2010 by Nancy L. Meek