Shawn L. Bird

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poem-brisk March 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 pm
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My nostrils are bitten

by the brisk scent of pine,

invigorating, enervating in the rain.

I follow my nose

to two freshly felled stumps

and marvel that death can smell

so very much alive.

 

8 Responses to “poem-brisk”

  1. Kasey Hill Says:
    March 15, 2016 at 8:25 pm

    I love this! So true!

    Reply
  2. Rajiv Says:
    March 15, 2016 at 10:05 pm

    Fantastic… I can feel this

    Reply
  3. Melody J Haislip Says:
    March 16, 2016 at 7:04 am

    That’s deep!

    Reply
  4. righteousbruin9 Says:
    March 16, 2016 at 9:38 pm

    A bonus of my restored olfactory is coming to a relaxed state, in the pines.

    Reply

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