So Clear It 'Mints' My Senses

The pine scented trees,
Impresses an image...
So clear it 'mints' my senses.

Perhaps it is the Fall that does this?
With the promise that comes,
Along with those holidays gone
And missed.

As the temperature cools...
And the turning of the leaves,
Seem to be in a rhythm swaying,
Ever so gently.

The wrapping of gifts,
Or just the pleasantness that appeals...
To a healing unsolicited,
And received with anticipated acceptedness.
As the blowing of a brisk wind...
Wished to never end,
With such a majestic breeze...
Blending this scene seamlessly.

To receive and enhale to freely breathe.
And deeply.

The pine scented trees,
Impresses an image...
So clear it 'mints' my senses.

So involved with it...
Quickly I cement my committment.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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