Scent of Childhood
At last, a darkness filled the skies
Small tufts of dust, like clouds would rise
as the earth was kissed by welcomed rain
The rain at last, had tiptoed in
with scents forgotten, back again
We almost missed the laughter, but for leaves
That murmured quick surprise along the eaves
Late summer's breath, so sweet, so ripe
had filled the air to quench the blight
While puffs of earth, upon the ground
would mimic dandelions white and round
Explosions danced, near suntanned feet
The scent of dust, the scent of sweet,
bouncing here and bouncing there
tossing rain-scent in the air
Summer clouds, still take me there
Brief summer storms would gently brew
and catch me in the barn to wait
until the show would come and go
I'd take the chance or hesitate
And then we'd race straight through the gate
while laughing gaily, for a plate
of cookies, warm and straight
from Grandma's oven....freshly baked
The scent of raindrops, from the loft
The scent of cookies, warm and soft
Returning summers, never lost
where scent of rain, as August peaks,
sprouts dandelions around my feet
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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