brief

brief

you anticipate it
the smell of
each leaf single green
buffets of fragrance
in the dark of blue
spring and
summer coming
with the wind breathing
a message to each arm hair
and eye lash bat
you anticipate
expect it to pass
no smell of leaves
lasts that long in a breeze
under your nose
above your mouth
it slips past a taste to come
an unfinished season

its when you anticipate it
the brevity of brief moments
that you strengthen the smell of it
learn that lamentation of passing
flowers prevent the appreciation
of autumn come eventually