Blossoms

Blossoms
By: James Dubeau

Blossoms
Upon the branches
Speckled
Dots of white
And pink
Across the vibrant
Green of spring
I wish
I could lean in
Take a deep breath
Inhaling
The sweet
Intoxicating
Scents wafting off
Those few flowers
Even if I could
They would be nothing
But a pale imitation
Of how sweet
You are
To my nose
My lips
Soul

Sweet Smell

Sweet Smell
By: James Dubeau

There is a sweet smell
Which wafts by my face
A smell
Which I should not know
Not in these times
No in this life
But yet
It is a smell
Which I do know
It brings back memories
Of times gone by
Of a youth spent
Doing the things which youth
Is not meant to do
Should not do
Not if one
Wants to make something
Of themselves
Become something greater
Then the parents
And grand parents
Ever imagined