The backyard during spring

The heavenly scent of spring
permeates the forest.
A musk that hangs heavy
with the absence of a breeze.
Floral scents of blooming flowers
so pleasing to the nostrils,
one is forced to close their eyes
and dream of fonder days.

Hours upon hours a soul could rest
among the giant trees,
laying a top a blanket of grass
in the deepening shadows.
To watch a pallet of colors spring to life
is beyond magnificent.
To smell them also
is to know pure bliss.


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