Don't you just love the smell of the earth as it warms?
The loamy scent, stimulated by Spring rains, heated by the sun,
release delicate molecules that tickle the senses.
Flowers such as pansies, crocuses, daffodils and such release
their bouquets through breezes to float gossamer like in the air.
Detritus of last fall's leaves, decay and release odors, reminiscent
of years gone by, walking the shortcut through heavy woods.
And as rains fall yet again, hitting warm pavement, cleansing
streets of winter's sand, rushing rushing down culverts to the Kaw.
Spring's scents burn eternal year after year. Oh I love it so.
