Nothing is more memorable than Scent-–thus we are prompted by Sanaa at Prompt Nights. I’ve been remiss in participating in this lovely poet’s weekly events but this week, I would like to share an older poem, from 2012:
They say that fragrance and memory
into the past.
I rediscover innocence
on a California evening
in the desert.
This delicate flower has an unforgettable, heady fragrance. We have two plants in the desert, where they thrive. We tried desperately to grow them here but they are not enamored of freezing temperatures. They bring to mind vivid memories of growing up in Southern California.
Thank you, Sanaa, for the lovely prompts.