The Scent of Snow

The Scent of Snow

Peppermint tingles my morning
the Christmas tree fills
the air of the living room
with a forest of needles
the kitchen is cinnamon warm
and gingerbread peopled

But what did the myrrh smell like?

This little poem was a collaboration with the good folks at Charles House during my monthly session there. I read about bunch of Christmas poems including the cryptic The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman by Emily Dickinson and e. e. cummings’ delightful [little tree]. We got talking about the smells we associate with the holiday and that informed our poem.

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6 Responses to The Scent of Snow

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Well done and prompted a research about myrrh. Very informative and causes various interpretations of the last line. Thanks.

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  2. browniepup says:

    Your descriptions of “peppermint tingles” and “cinnamon warm” work very well in this lovely poem. I look forward to being a member of Living Poetry. Lisa Baron

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  3. browniepup says:

    Very meaningful.

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