Song of my Grandfather
The scents of memories
By Melissa ArmedaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Vincent Tint on Unsplash
Sullen skies
sink over springs that have not
sung of you in years.
Sweet fruit
swings in the canopies, drenched in the
sweat of love apples not yours.
Sprouting in the
shade,
soft phlox and purple heather grow -
subtle, lingering
scents which
smell of the
sweet perfume of nostalgia and mulch.
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Melissa Armeda
Sometimes-poet. Sometimes-novel writer. Lover of food and pets of any kind.
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