April

The volatility of April expressed in poetic form.

To Think a Scent

I am thinking of a scent…It permeates so sweetly.I am fooled so I cannotHelp but breathe in so deeply. Now I am fully awake;I am shaking off the chills.I am walking off the ache;I am heading for the hills. I see the deep, rich colorThat becomes an avatar.And I throw off all dolorIn the fields