A change of air for M'lady EmmaA Poem by PoeticpierspoemA change of air. The perfume carried by the breeze. A blend of heather moors and pine and other scents I can’t define. A combination sure to please the most discerning connoisseur. Though when the wind blows from the west. A little stronger than a breeze, it brings the tang of the salt seas. Which seems to add an extra zest adding something to my pleasure. When bitter winds blow from the east and make demands I can’t refuse. My protests are of little use. They make no difference in the least. The wind steals the scents I treasure. The winds blow freely as they should to bring fresh scents and clear away The stale perfumes of yesterday. I would not change them if I could. The change they bring always ensures. My house always smells fresh and clean. With no stale odours lingering. The fresh air that the winds will bring are always somewhere in between. The salt sea air and the high moors. The wind can blow from either source. Sunday, 11 April 2010 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers. © 2010 PoeticpiersReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 12, 2010 Last Updated on April 12, 2010 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..Writing
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