as spring flutters on into summer

the scent of the wind offers passage

to summers past

some moments,

the sweetness of the air is laying down in the grass

as the warm dusk falls around me

eyes searching the skies for stars

other times,

it's the drenched maple leaves

in our old backyard still dark on the heels

of a storm on my 7th birthday

fragrances so poignant

I half expect to blink and be thrust backward

cheeks flushed with gratitude

for the wisps of beautiful memory

heart leaping as the breeze shifts

and the magic fades