The Smells April Stole

This is for Mikeydred’s April prompt and Natasha’s poetry prompt.

Sharing brings gifts. –Michelle Liew 

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No one saw April,

she stole what she smelled–

the scent of violets,

the tang of sourdough,

the salt that trailed onto the beach.

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She stored the world’s aromas in her coat,

beauty kidnapped in her pockets. 

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Life’s scents gone, 

Stories unfurled.

Mothers forgot how their toddlers cried

Trees forgot the dance of leaves. 

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An old man lost his heart.

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April emptied her pockets,

And the scents rushed home. 

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Her pockets empty, 

Scents returned,

Her heart refilled

By the sweetness of gifting

The world stirs. 

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