From the Open Window

Diane Bauerle

Diane Bauerle

From the open window
the delicious scent of vanilla
emanating from a window`box
china`red geraniums mixed
with the white petunias

Fragrance not available
from some boutique sachet
scented candle & certainly not
from an Air Wick freshener
the reminder of a latrine

Nature remains so natural
in this world gone composite
rolled steel all turned fiberglass
cellulose solidified ice`cream
chemically flavored water

Songbirds in the lilac bush
awaken me with the first light
so wonderfully primal their songs
The alarm I gave to Goodwill
the token of synthetic time


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to From the Open Window

  1. kiwiskan says:

    love this – in Akaroa we were woken each morning by Tuis and Bellbirds…

    Liked by 1 person

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