"The Smell and Taste I Miss From the Changing Seasons"

 "The Smell and Taste I Miss From the Changing Seasons"

When spring arrives, the flowers bloom,

The air is filled with a soft perfume.

A scent so fresh, it heals the soul,

As if the earth is becoming whole.

The fragrance of lilacs fills the air,

A sweet aroma that lingers there.

The scent of grass, of rain-soaked earth,

Whispers of nature’s boundless worth.

The taste of the air, the dewdrops’ kiss,

Spring’s tender warmth, a moment of bliss.

Orange blossoms, a gentle scent,

In the warmth of sunlight, joy is sent.

But as spring fades, I feel the loss,

The absence of that fleeting gloss.

The tulips bow, the daisies fall,

And I am left with a lingering call.

Then summer bursts, with heat so bold,

A different fragrance, sharp and cold.

The scent of citrus fills the breeze,

Lemon and lime, refreshing with ease.

The air thickens with sun’s embrace,

A golden warmth on every face.

The taste of fresh fruit on my tongue,

Juicy peaches, a song unsung.

The summer heat, the endless sky,

The scent of sunscreen passing by.

The taste of salt upon the lips,

The coolness of the ocean’s dips.

But as summer wanes, I feel the change,

The air begins to feel more strange.

The warmth subsides, the sun withdraws,

And I am left with nature’s pause.

Autumn creeps with earthy tones,

The smell of wood, the crisping stones.

The spice of cinnamon, pumpkin’s hue,

The season’s taste, a bittersweet brew.

The scent of leaves in a gentle fall,

The damp earth beneath them all.

The taste of apples, crisp and bright,

As autumn paints the world in light.

But the cold creeps in, and I feel it too,

The fading warmth, the sky turns blue.

The fire’s crackle, the hearth’s warm glow,

But I miss the freshness that used to flow.

Then winter comes with frosty air,

A sharpness that is everywhere.

The smell of snow, so pure and clean,

A crispness like a dream unseen.

The taste of cocoa, rich and sweet,

The warmth of fire, a cozy treat.

The scent of pine and wood smoke fills,

As winter wraps its icy chills.

The air is sharp, the taste is cold,

But deep inside, memories unfold.

I long for those smells, that sense of peace,

The seasons’ flavors, that never cease.

I miss the fragrance of spring’s new birth,

The taste of life, the feel of earth.

I miss the heat of summer’s kiss,

The taste of warmth, the summer bliss.

I miss the fall, with spice so deep,

The taste of harvest, the scents we keep.

I miss the chill of winter’s night,

The taste of warmth, the pure delight.

Each season brings a taste so true,

A fragrance that’s both old and new.

But as they change, I feel the loss,

Of the fleeting scents, of each season’s gloss.

Yet even as they fade away,

Their memory lingers, a soft display.

The smell and taste of every time,

Are imprinted deep, within my mind.

For though the seasons come and go,

Their scents and tastes will always show.

In every change, in every breeze,

I carry with me, their memories.

The smell of spring, the taste of summer,

The spice of fall, winter’s quiet hummer.

I miss them all, each fleeting part,

For they are etched within my heart.

As each season ends, I feel the void,

Yet their essence leaves me overjoyed.

For even though they’re far away,

Their scent and taste, forever will stay.