Fragrance of the Wet Soil

Fragrance of the wet soil

So easily the soil

Turns fragrant

With a tender touch, of first showers

After a hot, long summer

With clouds low and nowhere to go

Fragrance keeps lounging around

Riding the breeze, gentle and soft

Moving around aimlessly

Yet giving the mind

A psychedelic high

If one decides, to succumb to it

Taking it back, reminding it

Of the first ever touch

Of tender love

And intense fiery passion

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar