Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Longing

I miss the scents of wilderness,
moving air over water, dunes,
cliff, hill, forest, plain, peak.

I miss the scents of wilderness,
salt, blossom, hot earth drinking
in cool rain, echo of bison, bear.

I miss the scents of wilderness,
that sweep my mind clean of plans,
wash me fresh to begin again.

Victoria Sullivan Hendricks,
August 24, 2010
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2 comments:

  1. MaryAugust 25, 2010 at 2:43 PM

    This poem makes me crave the scents of wilderness. Nice work, Victoria!

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  2. Diane TAugust 29, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    I love the line, 'wash me fresh to begin again'

    With your weather in TX I understand hoping for fresh air soon for you!

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