Petrichor

[Norma photo]

After rain, in
The exhalation
Of flowers, there
Is, in those
Hours under dawn,
A smell, an
Enfleurage of
Oils from
New weeds and
Seedlings in
Soil, a word--
Not only a human
Word, larger,
Quieter to contain
A voyage of
The soul, turned
In dark and
Light, made whole.