The Scent of a Season

Christmas season is heralded by the a smell i can name in no other way but that of cold. But what does cold smell like? Good question and with an answer only your own nose can bring. Ask anyone what the odour of cold is like and you will not get far beyond reddeing numbness. Ask of the smell which pre-empts christmas, however, and, though all will be unable to put it into words, they will unquestionably know what you mean.

The Season of Fear

It was the season of fear. The animals could smell the scent carried on the wind. It was acrid and bitter, pungent and sour. The friendly collie bared his teeth at you for the first time in his life. It made the hairs rise up on your arms and suddenly, you knew. You knew how the animals could sense fear, because you could smell it too.

A Yam For All Seasons...

Into the boiling water they went; five dirty drown lumps. Boiling dirt, that was the first scent. But shortly, there was something else, too hard to define. It was a color more than a smell...the skins came off easily and the escaping steam from the mashing had a pleasant aroma. Into the bowl went butter, brown sugar, salt, and a dash of a secret. Mixed thoroughly, the mass was seperated into balls, and a plump marshmellow was forced to the center of each. Now ground grahm crackers on top, onto a pan, and into the oven. Ten minutes later, out they came--golden brown on top and pumpkin all around. Now there was a taste in the air that could not be missed: honey-sweet, with cinnamon, nutmeg, and just a hint of orange.

Grandma's sweet potato balls were done!

Happy Thanksgiving!! (but I could eat them every day of the year)

Rob

Tennis Season
Tennis season is one of the seasons where the greatest sport is broadcasted on the tube called television on the channel called ESPN. What does ESPN stand for, anyway?
And how many people really watch Tennis? I know I watch it because it's really a great sport. I hope to get into it one day so I can have something to do with my free time. Other than write, of course. =P

Hunting season...

Hunting season. I don't like those damn hunters killing off the deer of the forest.

Wedding season. I hate weddings. Everyone is so damn happy all the while knowing that this couple won't last through next spring.

Seasonings. I don't like cooks over-seasoning my steak. Let me add the salt & pepper.

Seasons Greetings. Nobody wants to say, "Merry Christmas" anymore. Now it's "Happy Christmaunaka" or whatever the hell it is.

Fall

Bitter smell fallen leaves
Crunch delicious underfoot
Warm grass scent tickles nose

Earth is ripe for picking
Grapes hang sweet on vines.
Oaks are pungent, maples red.

Warm sun smells heady
Breeze is cool, brings burning
Piles to jump in, marshmellos turn gold.

Children's hair brings all scents to you
Grass, trees, sun and sweet
As you lay them in scented sheets.

Monsoon Season

As night fell on the Valley of the Sun,
I remember when I was little,
In the last remaining weeks of Summer
The city's lights would flicker.

Much brighter lights than city ones
Parted the nighttime skies,
They scurried atop the Valley's world
So bright they'd blind the eyes.

The scent of rain and rushing water
No one would dare ignore.
Unless, of course, they had a death wish,
And stood before its roar.

The wind would make the palms bow low,
So low they touched the ground.
They dared not stand against the wind
This judgment, it proved sound.

But as the rain and wind and lightning
Ended its nightly reign,
To walk out in the lawn in the darkness
No we could not abstain.

To smell the scent of Monsoon Season
Its sweet and fragrant air,
How it replenishes the desert
And gives cool drink to her.

Now it has been more than two decades
From when I saw the rain,
I'm sure that Phoenix is much larger
Than it was back then.

But I cannot imagine now,
That place without the storms.
The scent and fragrance of the rain,
The glory of Monsoon.