Smells of Seasons

by Emma Bradley about a year ago in inspirational

Fall smells of dying leaves.

Smells of Seasons

The are certain smells

of certain places

and certain times of year.

The smell of spring

is a soft smell of flowers

rain and dirt.

It smells of hope and sunshine.

It smells of the freedom of summer.

Of growth and transformation.

Spring smells clean and soft.

Summer smells of the ocean,

BBQ and sunscreen.

Of long days and being outside.

It smells of love and dancing.

Fall smells of apples

and dying leaves.

It smells of the parts

of yourself you hide away.

Of football games and bonfires.

The beginning

and the end

at the same time.

Winter smells sharp and crisp.

You can often smell the cold.

It smells of rest

and recooperation.

It smells of small secret growth,

of slowing down.

Of burgers, soups

and hot chocolate.

Taking the time to notice

the smells of the season

is taking the time to notice yourself.

Emma Bradley
Emma Bradley
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Emma Bradley

I graduated from The University of Maine at Farmington, with a degree in creative writing. Born and raised in Maine but also a British citizen.

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