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Petrichor Breath of Autumn

Storm clouds leave fresh redolent fragrances
as I step from a shelter of dripping leaves,
the hot breathless air  of summer removed
after the sizzle of  days sinking sun
and a sudden drumming downpour.

How quickly it dark-mottled
the red dust on the sun-baked ground.
the cracked earth swiftly darkened –
softened and exhaled –
a breath ferment with the smell of clay,
damp bark and leaf-rot loam.

Gathering my fishing pole and cooler
and wending my way toward home
I breathed deeply, intoxicated by
the sighing moist breath of autumn.

© 2017, Cheryl Koomoa. All rights reserved.

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3 Comments on "Petrichor Breath of Autumn"

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Great write Cheryl! I do so love nature! Thanks for sharing your wonderful words with us! Hugs Rick

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Just Working a lot to survive Cheryl! Smiles… Hope all is well on your end too.. Hugs

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