as drops find
parched ground,
fragrance lifts—
first downpour
hint of beginnings
and mystery

camels know this
with flaring nostrils
over miles of sand
they scent moisture
move toward it
desert’s lifeblood

my petrichor is love
I catch a whiff—
my heart, dazed
by life’s ferocity,
once more

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

2 thoughts on “petrichor

  1. TL Hunter-Reginelli

    Hey Love Made me take a deep breath and acknowledge gratitude in my morning/life.Thank you❤️

    Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android


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