Today’s word is “petrichor” ... pe-tri-kawr ... a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground. (Dictionary.com)
Coming
Coming
Winter’s delaying departure,
His footsteps frozen in place,
Refusing with each blast of wind,
To give us a moment of grace.
But, we know that this pretense,
Has nearly run it’s due course,
Even the boldest, cold winter,
Bows to God’s more creative force.
Warmth is behind the curtain,
Holding her breath while she waits,
Watching winter stretch his performance,
Knowing she’ll never relate.
Soon her rain will comfort,
Petrichor will scent the ground,
We’ll forget the drifts of snowflakes,
And watch as life rebounds.
Anne Selleck
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