The Smell of Grass

The Smell of Grass

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The grass is being cut as I write,

and I can smell its smell wafting across the 

air of spring.

It has a distinctive odor

a little tangy and a little sweet,

and something clearly green.

This is the warmest most 

sunny day, not to go to waste,

everything delicious, in sight

and smell and taste.

The odor of grass invites

me to take a deep breath,

and notice how the budding leaves

suddenly abound.

I appreciate the beauty

of everything around.

The sense of smell teases

and says, "Come out and play.

You won't see many like me."

How true that is, I know.

I only wish I could bottle the smell of grass

and keep it for some dreary day,

like fine perfume,

an intoxicating bouquet.