In the bathroom,
Christmas basket of hyacinths
With white star trumpet flowers
Springing from buried bulbs.
Their scented blooms banish odours
And freshen the air.
There seem to be so many sad or even revolting “smells” around at the moment. Tragedy and violence, messes accidental and deliberate on a global scale. My hyacinth reminded me today of constantly renewing life, even in the middle of apparent chaos.