Scented Leaves
A rainy autumn day
when memories come calling,
ushered in like the gently
perused pages of
a Victorian novel,
read with a cup of steaming cocoa
are the scented leaves
of my life story.
Beside a lavender scented lake,
I sat one summer,
breathing in the sights and sounds
of Mother Nature’s breast;
Each plop, plop of a fish leaping,
imprinted its' elation upon my psyche.
Blooming roses in my garden,
scents of tranquility
birthed in splendor
filling my mind with memories
of childhood and my loving grandmother.
How many of those did I press
between the pages
of Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden?
Scented leaves sleeping now
upon my bookshelves.
Each leaf on a tree or flower
tells its’ own story.
Each leaf of a favorite book
turns, as do the autumn leaves
in their quest for renewal;
each chapter in life’s book,
a new beginning;
ah, breathe the fresh scent
of rebirth!
11-13-19
SCENTED LEAVES Poetry Contest
Kim Rodrigues
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