Yesterday it rained......and in the night hard.
Today is crisp and clear, almost cold.
As I hurry along to work the just bathed air holds
Wisps of fragrance.......New mown grass, Yarrow
Someone's breakfast tortilla....Suddenly I'm homesick.
My nose finds something my brain has not yet named.
Elusive...there it is again---gentle, sweet.
I had almost forgotten..even in this metropolis.
Bravely in the median, white clover smiles at the dawn.
Connie
