A gray morning tangled in an unfathomable mist
with a speculative breeze filled with
hummingbirds slicing the fog
leaving wild streaks of color.
An ever so faint hint of perfume,
vanilla.
My heart has been stolen
but never my soul.
Hints of perfume
a clue
vanilla.
Awww. There’s a bit of a sweetness about this – maybe a bittersweetness? A stolen heart and a faint hint – lovely that it’s vanilla. I don’t often think of that as a perfume, per say, but it is unique, and also quite strong. Good visual and scent sensory details. Love the little hummingbirds.
Thanks. Vanilla is my favorite fragrance. Whenever a woman comes near me with that on I immediately fall in love with them. LOL