Scentsual Poetry

Have you ever smelled an orange? I mean really smelled one. That crisp citrus smell of sunshine that hits your nose with a bang and sets your salivary glands sweating. It's funny, really, how smells taste. Today I was making cranberry chutney to freeze for the upcoming holidays. Okay, so I admit this beautiful fall weather is bringing 'it' out in me. My love of the season. Samhain is fast approaching and celebration is on hand. But back to smells having flavors of their own. You see, I haven't eaten an orange in over 5 years. And when that citrusy scent filled my nose it was as if my mouth exploded. Sure, I eat the cranberry chutney I make, but it's got things other than oranges in it. Namely cranberries, apples and lemons plus the oranges I peeled and sectioned today, along with cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, pecans and maple flavoring oh, and apple juice. Other than the sugar occurring naturally in the fruits and juice - that's it. - nothing refined in this chutney. So, every bite is packed with flavor that takes me back to the sharp citrusy tang of the orange this afternoon. Which reminded me of something I wrote back on Sept. 22nd, the first day of fall. Something else triggered by a scent,


Today, I smelled sugar on the air.
It can only mean one thing
Charlie’s makin’ carmel corn again
and celebrating the first day of fall.
Sure there are other signs like
skies clear as crystal and blushing leaves.
But there’s nothing better than
smelling sugar on the air.

Scentsual poetry.



Blogger sscottyb said...

"That crisp citrus smell of sunshine..."

Sweet phrase, ctb. Save it for a future poem.

7:13 PM  
Blogger coldteablues said...

Many thanks sscottyb. I think I'll do just that.

9:25 PM  

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