Kay Wade
FLOWERS
Hard though it may to describe a scent, than comparing it to another scent, the past week has been one of olfactory sensation. Perhaps I’m dizzy from gazing into the treetops, seeking the source of such sweet satisfaction. I’ll deal with the pollen if the
reward is these smells… is it the tulip poplar, with its cupped orange and yellow flowers, or the black locust, hanging heavy with clusters of white blooms? Not the honeysuckle, for sure, as it has only just begun to open its fragrant flowers. I sometimes feel like an
insect must, swooning, intoxicated,
seduced. ~K
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