this is how green smells

I think

honestly of all seasons

climates

and weathers

my disposition is readily inclined towards winter.

But

I must admit

there is something about an indian summer evening

that takes all my reasons

and replaces them with

a romanticism

that never dies.

For me I

don't knowtice until

the end of summer

usually the moon shining through

the deep darkness

enveloping an attitude that

only shakespeare could write about.

or whoever he was.

Adding a new element of light absent in

all human perspective.

If you inhale that moonlight

pull it into your throat and down to your bones

right before you get the hiccups

and hold it there

you would come to know

the most delicious green.

truly there cannot be an apter description

of the cool mix of vegetation

seeping in an early dew

marinating the dirt.

The smell the leaves give you before

they leave you.

The sense

you feel first.

It rushes at you

and then calms you shortly enough in the spot between breathing and taking your breath

away

you identify it.

its a summer night

when you lie on the ground and lose your innocence.

when you see the stars

I say see the stars

because I can only be telling of that exact moment

in a child's life when they realize how small they

really are.

But also how great they can be.

The smell of

strange walks

or

two lovers

laughing

quietly in the tall grass.

When I say laughing I mean of course

sharing that

kiss in the dark

that you can smell for the rest of your life.

the kiss that each kiss after rests upon.

It is the sound of

familiar and fearless

frogs

tempered with the silence

and mystery of

the quiet hunter.

And tonight

it is the knowledge

of you.

That when the winter melts away

and the green things come out again

you will

come

home.

just in time for the cold.

for me.

I love you

all

ways.