The smell of orange blossoms....

Everyone has his or her separation from chaos to logic
Ridiculous things which bring peace to the very soul
Certain things that bring a smile inside ones own mind

I love the smell of orange blossoms in the desert dew
Of roasting coffee beans wafting in the crisp morning air
Just sitting in the woods, cold air and natures pure silence

Hugging my Dalmatians or scratching my marmalade cats
Laying on my belly hanging off of a ravine watching the Javalina
Lying in the desert sun just listening to the winds afternoon song

The smell of fresh cut grass as the sprinklers whip by me
Dirt in my palms as I plant garden seeds with the hope of birth
Paper and a new pen with a muse chattering a great new tale