The Scent of you

Summer time, fire orange, red geraniums,
hot sun burning on the sidewalks;
ice-cream, sprinklers, children cooling,
cooling down… and the scent of jasmine
fills the evening and I remember you
weaving the colors of summer
into the autumn landscape,
turning yellow to tawny to cardinal red,
and there you were,
bagging leaves and burying bulbs,
brewing coffee, baking biscuits
and weaving the fabric of life;
merging the hues of each season
one into the next: red to yellow,
to evergreens laden with snow.
Weaving our days right into spring
when new life glints in waves of wonder
and the pretty flowers bloom;
when the tiger lilies and yellow roses loom,
and the scent of you is in the air
and the robin sings his love song,
and oh… yes, I remember you.

Carmen Ruggero © 2008