Nostalgia [Free Verse]

Eight thousand miles 
from my childhood home,
I'm pulled into a nostalgic
reverie
by the scent of straw
and cow shit.
This place,
on the other side of the world,
looks nothing like where I
grew up,
but that smell...

Flower Sellers [Haiku]

amidst bright colors
and fragrant aromas:
sense overload.

Spring Rain [Haiku]

sweet rain scent, &
sound of spatter on leaves, &
one drop on the face.

Green Fields [Haiku]

the rice fields 
are at their most verdant;
scent of rain.

Miasma [Haiku]

the scent of death
assaults my nostrils: 
carcass or fungi?

Gunsmoke [Free Verse]

the acrid smell
of 
burnt gun-smoke
dulls
in the mind,
but not 
in the air

the brain tires of smelling it,
and so it fades,
but
it has nowhere to go --
not in this violent place
of dead & heavy air