Aromalicious Memories

She arrives before memory can prepare,

her perfume unfolding like rain-soaked petals opening to dawn.

Jasmine drifts through the air,

rose glows beneath the skin of remembrance,

and wild herbs release their green secrets

like earth broken open after a storm.

Every note is born of root, leaf, and nectar,

the living pulse of gardens dreaming beneath the sun.

The fragrance enters him

as a tide enters a forgotten harbor,

filling chambers long abandoned to silence.

Honeysuckle climbs the fences of memory,

golden and untamed,

while ripe fruit and warm blossoms

hang in the heart like lanterns at dusk.

Each breath becomes a doorway,

each scent a hand lifting yesterday gently into light.

Though imagery reflecting on windows and café tables,

the fragrance endures and drifts alongside.

Visceral senses rise from fields of color and bloom,

from petals trembling in morning light,

carried on the wings of the honeybee and hummingbird

to flowers renewing hopefull blossoming again,

awakening new fragrances of the now.