Perfect Scents

I love catching random scents on the wind
Doesn't happen a lot in the wintertime
But today
In the chill
I caught one

I hunted the archives
Trying to place it
It was close to - but not exactly like - freedom
Not the wave-your-flag, America-rules-the-world kind
But a deeper sort

And it had a tinge of love
Not the hard-core-passionate-sorry-excuse-for-love
But something more intimate
Softer

Like
The smell of another on your clothes
Remaining after a lingering hug
Or the aromas that only poke their head out at Christmas
The sweetness of new rainfall soaking into the afternoon
Fresh snow
Warm nights
The touch of light on a lovely face
Carressing with elegant fingers

I savored it
The rare taste of the perfect morsel
Stroking the tongue
Reminding me that beautiful things
Still desire to be near me

And I loved it
This visitor passing through
In the wintertime

Snowfire

A house catches fire in the snowfall
Orange on the swirling of the air
Heat reflected warm upon crystals
Smoke entwining fog entwining sky

Snowflakes into raindrops into vapor
Sizzle on tongues of painted light
The hot & cold of found & lost desire
Turning lukewarm to cool into ash