SPRINGTIME AROMA

I HAD SPENT THE LATE WINTER MONTHS

WAITING IMPATIENTLY FOR SIGNS OF SPRING.

WHEN THE FIRST WARM,

SUNNY SATURDAY ARRIVED,

I EAGERLY UNLOCKED THE STORM DOOR

AND STEPPED ONTO OUR PATIO DECK.

I WAS PLEASED BY THE SIGHT OF

GREEN SPROUTS AND THE SOUNDS

OF SINGING BIRDS.

MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE,

I DELIGHTED IN THE SWEET

AROMA OF THE SPRING AIR.

KNOCKING ON THE KITCHEN WINDOW,

I BECKONED TO MY WIFE TO

JOIN ME IN ENJOYING THE

PLEASURES OF THE SEASON.

SHE QUIETLY BROUGHT ME

BACK TO EARTH

WHEN SHE REMINDED ME THAT

I WAS STANDING OVER THE DRYER VENT,

INHALING THE SCENT OF

FABRIC SOFTENER.