Winter scent

Just a murmur of a scent — 
whispering as it passes in my nose —
announcing a chill with a hint
of pine (sweet as it burns) carrying
smokey remembrances of hot chocolate
afternoons on rising clouds 
of melting obligations.

Those fabled days — when white 
shrouded the world as far as
we could image — of mythic adventures
unfold like loosely packed snowballs
too ravishing for famished children
hungry to breathe in winter’s 
husky bite too often now.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for two prompts: BrewNSpew Cafe (“fable”) and Imaginary gardens with real toads (“scent”)

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

16 thoughts on “Winter scent

  1. Out here in Central Oregon’s high desert country we are heading into that wonderful time of the year … outdoor fires, pines.Time for embracing all that winter is, snow included!

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  2. This is absolutely stunning in its language and sensory images! Especially love; “smokey remembrances of hot chocolate
    afternoons on rising clouds of melting obligations.” Wow!! ❤️

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