May nights are a conjugation
of old scents. Magnolia. Jasmine. Gardenia.
Hunkered in darkness, they jump up,
Buss you on the lips and keep
their own counsel, as a favorite grandmother would.
All lace and grey hair, last century style.
Nature listens to no one. Prefers old school.
And though I don’t need to approve, I do
relishing her timeless scents.
Poetry, Scribblings & Thoughts 
I find it interesting how we connect certain smells with specific memories.
These scents are so deeply connected to my grandmother. The whole part of memory which is stored via scents is ago easily triggered. Do you have particular scent memories that you cherish?
My mom’s southern fried chicken. As a kid I could smell it cooking down the stree while outside playing.
I wasn’t there but I know the scent and love it too. I don’t fry chicken because of the mess,but love the aroma.
I have kept the tradition alive. Southern fried chicken, gravy and mashed potatoes is a favorite of my kids. I have even cooked this meal for my parents.
That’s wonderful.
Don’t know you…but your words ring so true, it’s as if I do. Beauty is beauty and your heart has been blessed through the power of your senses and the words you speak.
John, thank you for your very kind words. Do you write poetry?
I felt nostalgic reading this. Your words got me smiling. Very lovely arrangement 🙂
Thank you so much. It is nostalgic. What does our bring to mind for you?