At Dawn

Walking at dawn in the countryside, Is a catharsis .All the perfumes intoxicate me, The scent of pine, More acidic than a white lemon, The one of the Daphne Odorata like jasmine, The scent of the sweeter pink laurel, The aerial fragrances of green ferns, All the perfumes, surely intoxicate me, That of sarcococca with vanilla scents, The attractive scent of the orange tree of Mexico, I name the flowers, one by one, The cloves and their wild perfume, Azaleas, hydrangeas so talkative, Walking at dawn in the countryside Is a catharsis, all heady scents? It revives new love and desires, There is nothing purer than a flower, I can finally go home, I am ready to write again, forgiving the world.