I can smell snow.
No you can’t.
Yes I can.
Pause and take a moment breathe it in.
It’s not there.
It is in the air, all around, crisp nostrils soak up
The ground, the ice, atmospherically shivers down the
The throat, onto the Vertebrae. Raise the shoulders
Lift the heart, eyes blink, clear, inhale
Exhale, slow and deep. It is coming.
No it isn’t
Yes it is. Nature is showing.
No it isn’t!
Creative Writing, Poetry, with Julie Spencer 4D, January 2018
My parents often used to say, ‘Snow is coming, I can smell it.’ We as children would laugh. ‘How do you know that?’ But as time grows old, I do believe I have learned the intuitive sense in believing when it is coming. I may often get it wrong, but I am still open to learning and having fun with the senses.