A witch of the wind I’ve always been
Smelling out the change in seasons
Through the breaths between the words
The inhale before each breeze
Which leaves a blossom scented stillness
Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain
Or in winter, the crisp promise of snow
But now, on April’s second noon
The honey-flicked bee buzz wing of blue sky
Smells of hope.
Image via Wikimedia Commons,, Common Eastern Bumble Bee (Bombus Impatiens) by Ryan Hodnett, 2018.