Wafting on the cool wind
as I plow through the snow to the car
comes the heavy scent of roses.
I look for the source without success
as the air is saturated with summer
in frosty winter:
Perfumed paradox.
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Shawn L. Bird 
that is nice. I was smelling chocolate the other day during a fierce ice storm….not as summery, but still…took my mind from the ice.
Chocolate air! The mind boggles.
sometimes things can be unexplainable…
Indeed! It was nice, though.
sounds like a blessing 🙂
Lovely thought, that.