Come late winter days
scent lingers in the air
carried up the river to
this high valley fair
An odor so sweet
pungent and strong
it always is present
a subtle belonging
Too early for rosebud
or honeysuckle vine
but no less inviting
and no less sublime
I wonder the blossom
that sends out these notes
of moonlight and rainbows
on winds fair afloat
Where does the bloom
show herself in her glory
morning and evening
i ponder whose story
is told by the essence
a scent on the wind
wild flower hunting
I’ll go once again ~
Pear blossoms in spring ~
Lions Mane 
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