perfumed memories

Linden flowersThe scent of linden flowers after rain – from the tree the English call lime – has brought memories of the garden in Spain.

The tilo was beautiful as it passed from green leaf to full flower:

lindenIn autumn, it displayed a small rainbow of greens and yellows:

Linden (lime) leavesIt would be one of the last to shed its brittle ginger gown…

Linden seeds…holding tight to skeletal bracts even in winter:

Close up of linden seed skeleton and rain dropBut it was in early summer when it was at its busiest: when everything was dulled and still in the building heat, it was alive with moths and bees, and its perfume was so strong it was almost deafening.

linden flower

Through the long hours
of the longest days,
the linden hums
with honeyed promises

 

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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