Breathe
the yeasty warmth of baking,
half forgotten,
now remembered
Breathe
the sweet-sharp tang of elderberry soap,
foaming in the misty morning
Breathe
the endless blue of a perfect April sky,
the picture of forever
Breathe
the pussywillow-pollen breeze,
gentle on your cheeks and hands
Breathe
the whistle-wing of sparrows
cutting through the air
Air
whispers through an open window,
bringing with it
smells and sounds
of life, a whole world
once remembered,
half forgotten, now...
Breathe.
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