Though the "Best by" date

Though the "Best by" date

is well past,

and the package has a hole,

the tea still smells like apricot 

and Spring and reminds me of scones

with jam and that 

though things are not as robust as they once were,

they still have value.

Written 4/2/2024

It's cold in the house.
I open the windows anyway 

to smell Spring.

Summer walks...

Summer walks, smelling 

sweat & dust &

the occasional dog.

For My Coffee-Lovin' Friends

Cold morning--
coffee drips into my cup.
It smells like hope.

Written in Salinas

Expanse of blue--
rows and rows of garlic,
green and fragrant.

September 2018

The smell of fennel--
bees walk on yellow flowers,
smelling ocean air.

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Weeds and flowers,
wild fennel and iceplant--
occasional butterflies.

----
Gulls cry a lot.
Summer's last hurrah--
Maybe they're hot.

----
Peaceful walk--
except for the pebble
in my shoe.

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The ocean's edge
smells of weed and pee.
People sure fuck things up.

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Shimmering sea,
Indian Summer sun beats down--
a grebe floats alone.

One of My Better Haiku, I Think

A long walk through trees—
the smell of eucalyptus
lingers on my shoes.

Sorta Kinda Tanka

Bleary and dull,

moving through life half asleep.

And yet, there are cats

and the sound of rain on a roof

and the smell of fresh apples.

Summer's last hurrah....

Summer's last hurrah--
songbirds, the smell of peaches,
and careless sunburns.

A Tanka & a Senryu

Ugh, this heat!
Everything smells like dust,
even in the shade.
So look up to the green leaves,
the sanctuary of trees.


#tanka

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The loveliest walks
can result in blisters.
Take them anyway.

#senryu (I think!)

Smell of fresh apples...

Smell of fresh apples, 
revive me in this sea of
refrigeration!

8/28/14

Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.

5/8/14

The smell of coffee
cheers me immensely on this 
dreary Spring morning.

Breezes blow warmly...

Breezes blow warmly.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines. 

Did Fall Come This Year?

Did I miss Fall? The
smell of apples aside,
it’s all rainy cold.