Walking through the dusky streets,
I breathe in the scent of the evening.
A boronia bush in a front yard sends out a sweet aroma,
Teasing my nose,
Roses peeking through a fence provoke me to draw a deep breath,
The heady scent relaxing me further.
Pine trees line the street,
and the moist evening air smells of Christmas,
Speaking to me of sun, warmth, laughter and love,
reminding me that summer is near.
I dawdle on my walk home,
In no rush to end my enjoyment of the smells and sounds,
The scents and sensations
of a Melbourne spring evening.