The damp, gray morning
Waits outside
Defiant
Daring me to step out
In the chill
Mocking
Don’t want to go out
But I do
Reluctantly
The creaky porch under
Heavy footsteps
Moaning
Then thru the dreariness
A sweet smell
Heavy
Hanging in the air waiting
To be noticed
Appreciated
Take a deep breath
Drink it in
Thirsty
The scent fills my body
Quenched the soul
Refreshed