French soap swirls in rooms, capturing
dew-laden morning; outside the window
a doe nibbles crimson apples, painted on
an evergreen landscape
China clinks while coffee’s aroma hangs
on daybreak’s waking, bees swarming
on honeysuckles sweetness and berries
clinging to the vine, summertime mountains
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I like the combination of smell and sound and love the line, ‘coffee’s aroma hangs/on daybreak’s waking’. Nice one, Pamela.
margo
Thanks Margo. This is about my aunt’s vacation home in New Jersey. I used to go stay with her two weeks every summer when I was growing up. She used French soap, and how I loved the smell of it. She would wake me early in the morning to watch the deer eating apples on the trees in her yard. I have the best memories of my time spent with her. Berry picking, horseback riding… 🙂
outside the window
a doe nibbles crimson apples
Lovely! Lovely! The whole thing is so evocative and rich.
Thanks Cynthia 🙂
Ah, such beautiful images here. Imagining just the scent of “French soap” makes me feel good!
Mary, it was the most delightful scent. Thanks.
Pam,
The ambiance of a starting a new morning, of coffee smoke swirling and aroma filling the room – so realistically shown. Beautiful verse!
Hank
Hank, I didn’t drink coffee as a young girl, but I loved the aroma. Now, I drink coffee and I still love the aroma. Thanks.
What a scent-filled romantic scene. I’d love to be sitting there looking, smelling and tasting that. Thank you so much for participating in this prompt.
Yousei, thanks for the prompt. Between your prompt and Margo’s, I was able to visit a wonderful and cherished memory.
I’m so glad. Most of my favorite poems that I’ve written are about or involving family and memory. I’m delighted to have been a spark.
A sensory banquet.
Thanks, Viv 🙂
Love this, all the images. Beautiful!
Thanks for reading, Uma 🙂
A lush feeling!
It was that, Irene.
I always arise just before dawn so that I can watch the morning creep over the hills. This poem reminded me of my mornings especially; “coffee’s aroma hangs on daybreak’s waking.” I grind my own and find magic in the scent of it brewing. Thanks for a delightfully scented poem.
Regards,
Don
Funny Donald, just recently in the past year have I started really enjoying my early mornings. I don’t want to miss anything 🙂 Thank you!
The very sweetness of your words is enticing.
Thanks so much, Renee.
This is wonderful, Pamela. It makes me wish I had time for Margo’s prompts. I always learn so much from her. Coffee will always pull me in. LoL
Actually it’s a combination of prompts, Brenda. Though, admittedly, Margo’s gave me the real initiative to write. She is a great teacher. Thanks.
Pamela