The scented air

Atmosphere hangs blissful
like paper lanterns in the sky
filled with color and brightness
as breezes blow
emotions flow
keeping time to the rhythm
of the scents on the air.
Mystery fragrance caught
in between the threads billowing
line after line hanging
gathering it all in like a warm embrace.
One by one we feel the softness
as the autumn comes calling
with fits of winter chill,
in this place where everyday
is just everyday
and not much leads to change
but storm and darkness,
the brisk front sweeps in
like the broom moving across the floor,
reaching into corners to find
the bits and pieces left behind,
and the memory glides us back to the yesterdays
when rapid motion days flew too fast,
seasons that had momentum
and we longed for the return of summer
as the snow kept falling faster,
here we sit beyond the doors
breathing in and out the refreshment
of the scent of air welcomed
like a long lost loved soul