in the mist
scent of wood smoke
and damp grass
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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