Through the screen, and silent as a cat,
A puff of breeze nudges at my back,
As if to say, 'I want a whiff of that.'
Hovering near the Sunday evening fare,
She quickly lifts the fragrance simmering there,
Sniffs,
And joyfully
Wafts it through the air.
I love this very mellow poem. Reminds me of my mother when she was cooking. When the stew she prepared is about finished she quietly lifts the lid so no one could hear it. Unfortunately that did not work, the aroma from the pot wafts out in the air anyway. hmm! hmm! good. Enjoyed this one.
good poem, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
@Paul Brookes @Valerie Dohren Lol! You both make it sound extra delicious with your comments.
'A puff of breeze nudges at my back, As if to say, 'I want a whiff of that.'' - so wonderfully described! Loved reading this poem.
@Heather Wilkins Thank you Heather. Yes, the puff of breeze thought the scents were yummy too!
@Heather Wilkins Thank you Heather. Yes, the puff of breeze thought the scents were yummy too!
its like a sunday dinner, with all those yummy scents comeing to meet you. nice touch
@Patricia Grantham I'm so glad it brought back fond memories for you. I delight in reading it over and over. One of those that just sprung forth on it's own, wanting to be birthed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HmmmmmI can just taste it yum yum ! 0/10 BB =: OD