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”)
Often Mumbled Musings 
Wonderful!
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Thanks, Beth 🙂
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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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Fun!
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What a beautiful poem to read.
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Thanks so much!
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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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Thanks so much 🙂
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Waiting for winter eagerly!!!
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I love the scent of snow.
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Me too! But only for a limited time.
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Love.
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What a lovely poem, Phillip! I love every line and this makes me appreciate the loveliness of winter. Thank you so much for joining the challenge.
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew and commented:
Sharing Phillip’s take on the challenge –
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This is a really lovely Phillip.
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