Scent of Paradise

Walking through a crowded flea market
I suddenly get a whiff of Eden–
the fragrance of spring, of vibrant health,
of youth eternal.
Drawn like a honeybee to the sweetest nectar,
I seek out the intoxicating scent,
but a twisting tangle of milling bodies
throws me off the trail,
and Eden eludes me.

redhead flowers



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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