In the cottage garden
early in the morning
tendrils of fragrance
weave invisible aromatic paths
The moist morning air
eddies and swirls
with the weight
of heady rosa rugosa
overlaid with a hint of peony
and whiffs of wild phlox
from the bounty of blossoms
fireworking in the shadows
across the yard
Ripe with promise
lush with scent
it brushes the earth
with the softest caress
Redolent
Oh, to capture this sweet air in a bottle
to unstopper and savor
on those sterile, dark days
in the depths of winter
when fragrance seems leached
from air that lies
brittle, hard and cold
over the frozen earth
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
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I’ll have to take your poem out and sniff it some January. What an intoxicating pleasure that will be. I am especially fond of “bounty of blossoms/ fireworking in the shadows.” Such a love verbification.
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Dang. That last love was meant to be lovely. I am getting tired. 🙂
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Your photography and poetry always amaze me. My favorite line in your poem is “Oh to capture this sweet air in a bottle.” I so wish that was possible! I hope you keep sharing your garden splendor throughout the summer.
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My garden always inspires me, Amy! It’s a sensory extravaganza!
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Such wonderful scents to bottle up! The perfume makers try to do this but it’s never the same as the real thing. I enjoyed your walk through the flower garden.
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June does have the most wonderful scent, doesn’t it? You’ve captured it perfectly!
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Thanks, Catherine. Now you have me thinking about the scent of each season–heated pine needles on forested trails, mown lawns and salty beach air in summer, etc…
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I had never considered the loss of scent over the winter months…
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My thoughts put in a poem here – every time I step outside and the warm rich scent of my rosa rugosa fills the air! I just can’t get enough! Oh, to be able to bottle it! I do miss the smells in winter. There are few smells in the cold of winter (mostly the smell of frozen water or chimney smoke), and none sweet. Gorgeous picture – I took one very similar last week of that overnight rain left on my roses. Who can resist snapping those?
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I love the scent of rosa rugosa and I love the fact that they bloom multiple times each summer. Such a treat! Also, there’s nothing like visiting the ocean in Maine and smelling the roses in the salty air.
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I feel blessed to live here every day!
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