Their scent hitchhiked on the breeze,
Tantalising the nostrils of all who passed.
Delicate notes of summer days,
Sweet drops of beautiful
Picking up where the scent of grass clippings left off.
Filling the void left by giddy summer thoughts,
And bringing a smile to the face
Of all who smelt them.
In full bloom, the roses’ beauty was unparalleled,
Yet their looks paled in comparison to their scent.
A woman passed, doubling back
To consume the heady smell.
She was reminded of the months she carried her first child,
When she felt intoxicated by the smell of roses.
She breathed deeply.
The floral notes robust, yet delicate, filled her completely.
One hand held a rose to her face,
The other gently touched her stomach.
Flat and empty.
She realised she was broody.
It was time.
This poem is in response to the prompt write a poem which describes the smell of something.