My Nose Takes a Walk in Fall
dust of acorns, crushed
summer-gone spicy gardens
skunk musk, just a waft
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2019
I got the best gift in the mail yesterday! Along with two books that will inspire my writing, there was a box of "matchsticks" to Spark Creativity. I pulled one out: "Take a walk, tuning in carefully to everything you smell," and found this poem! So much fun! I can't wait to try more of them. Thank you, Brenda!!
Catherine, at Reading to the Core, has the Poetry Friday roundup this week and a post full of gratitude.
I love that haiku! Will memorize it and take a walk with it in my head (and my nose) tomorrow....
ReplyDeleteOk, I am kind of in love with that spark-y gift! And I love where it led you and your nose. xo
ReplyDeleteSuch a cool spark! Your poem is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteFaboo poem! Those spark creativity matchsticks are super cool . . .
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool gift! And it works...look at the beautiful three lines you strung. Summer gone spicy is perfect!
ReplyDeleteSniffing your poem from over here, Mary Lee. Those matchsticks sound wonderful, like your poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great gift! Autumn has wonderful smells, and your poem captures them perfectly. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI'm smelling fall in the air! Lovely haiku, Mary Lee :)
ReplyDeleteI love these smelly images! And I want those matchsticks!
ReplyDeleteOh, isn't that great, Mary Lee! I think I'd like to take my mouth, ears, and hands for a walk sometime too.
ReplyDeleteI love your haiku and also how it originated in a gift. Somehow that makes it extra special. I'll be looking forward to seeing where all these creative sparks take you!
ReplyDeleteSuch a cool gift to spark creativity I love where your nose les you.
ReplyDeleteYour nose knows, and is very elo*uent as well. "just a waft" captures it all, the way scents are transient, blow away or are lost to familiarity. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your strong scented poem Mary Lee, and what a fun gift!
ReplyDeleteSmells are so evocative. I got that whiff of skunk musk from your poem, along with the tang of fall. (Laura Shovan)
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