THE SCENT OF MORNING

in the mist
scent of wood smoke
and damp grass
floating
spicy inhalation of
wild fennel
where we pass
on the road
breathing deeply

the dog sniffs other things
stories on lamp-posts
and bushes
of who’s been where
and doing what

another walker leaves
a whiff of aftershave
and I wonder if
he’s on his way to her
or just leaving her

smell of diesel and manure
as we pass the cattle-yards
is it possible that
fear has a smell

and over all
the rich aroma
of the river

© Maureen Sudlow

It’s always misty when we go for our morning walks at the moment, but clears later into a beautiful day…

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