Lulls to sleep
Creeps through seams in crisp new linen.
Smell of the orient in Nanna’s drawers.
Nivea and talc
Clean fresh towels.
Lily of the valley handcream and cheap eau de cologne.
Sparks and crackles
Burned embers, toffee and smoke galore
Pine needles and frost
Gingerbread parkin, mince pie aromas
And freshly fallen snow.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’verse poetics, bit rusty have been out of the loop for a while.