Captured by the Scent of Spring

 
Sweet
smelling
scent so fair
fills morning air
as spring breeze doth rise
with perfumes to the skies
mingling all the fragrances
into one melding pot of mirth.
Such shear delight has been given birth
from the sweet bouquet rising from the earth.

My heart is filled as the scent arises.
Such heady smells, my soul surprises
and captive holds me in a spell
of rapture no words can tell.
My mind is overcome.
Far from feeling numb,
my senses rise
granting me
blissful,
peace.

Copyright  © May 7, 2006 by Karen M. Crump

Author’s Note: The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.  Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  Get creative and write an Ethree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.