The Scent of Roses

Something
About the scent  
Of summer roses,
By a window,
Set within a bowl
And the draught
That drifts the curtain,
Tippling petals 
On the darkened oak,
Polished by lavender
That spirits us
A childhood way
To raspberry afternoons
And ice cream smiles.

What would we be 
Without a redolence
Of dusty pasts
And bedtime stories
Under dark  beamed eaves?

JL July 25 14:29