The Perfume of Early Spring

The wonders of this new year, I’m just now beginning to sense. The chilly halcyon days now gone Took away the weeks of suspense. The early morning dew fallen fresh Begets the scent of wet vernal leaves. In flower beds new blossoms form, With nectar nose bearly now perceives. Park timber emits a lingering fragrance Of scented pines and evergreen, With other trees yet missing foliage Giving a woodsy scent for nose to glean. The grasses damp with spring rain Emit their pleasing smell for miles. Blending the air with kindred aromas, The gift of spring in its vernal styles.