I love the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer. Do you cut yours in a straight line or with a twist like this?

With thanks to Marcel L. for use of the image.

The smell of freshly mown grass
Reaches through the toilet window
Heavenly elevation of the senses
Strong and fresh and serving
As slightly hellish reminder
Of the aroma during winter
When the window stayed tightly shut
The grass outside left to fend for itself
Against harsh unforgiving cold and ice
Despite the indifferent abandonment
Here it is again green and vibrant
Still giving while being cut
No thought for our not caring
Unless I’m mistaken
And from its perspective
The air fills with a scream
Sweet scent of our betrayal

Read about the three worst things I’ve ever smelled here.

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