October 26, 2012

  • The scent of memories.....

     

     

    Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel. – Oliver Wendell Holmes

     

    Smells awakened my memories today. I can smell the wood smoke lingering outside somewhere, reminding me of my childhood, a fireplace warming my family home, as the smoke rose from the chimney on a chilly late-autumn afternoon. Then my mind swirls and it brings to mind campfires, happy times, kids gathering, laughing, flash lights in hand, telling ghost stories. Once again, I sniff the haunting odor of the fiery flora and my mind shifts to beyond this season, I can sense the season to come. The smell of damp wool, wet mittens with icy cuffs, snowballs, hot chocolate and marshmallows. Memories of my son apple-cheeked, smiling, excited for the coming holiday season, he and his friends coming in and out of the sub-zero cold in our home in Wisconsin.

     

     

     

    Ours noses can teach us as much about life as any book. Be alert to the smells in the air that can trigger your memories, and make you feel a live and blessed.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Autumn light brightly shines,

     

    The harvest moon upon the rise.

     

    Twilight lingers in the trees.

     

    Memories of moonlight echo through thee.

     

    Fallen leaves clothe the earth.

     

    Small protection from winter’s coming birth.

     

    The air smells crisply of nature’s breath.

     

    Consuming all life in icy death.

     

    The time of magick life appears

     

    As the witching hour slowly nears

     

     

     

     

     Blessings, Lady of Avalon

     

Comments (3)

  • I love autumn. It's my favorite. Wonderful poem. peace always

  • it has finally gotten a little chillier here, too! hard to feel like fall with the a/c blowing away...

  • So nice to see you writing!!!!! I never thought of smell much before. i did by smelly stuff when I dated my wife to be. Come to think of  it, she wears some Hawaiian perfume that lights up my camp fire instincts.

    I love the smell of an opened fresh can of coffee--or while a new batch of Kona is being ground.

    Love your prose and poem. So nice to see you writing.

    frank

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