Citrus Blossoms Poem by Katherine H. Belle

I can see once again the home that i have never known
The blind now with sight, stand in awe
the scent of Citrus blossoms fill the air
and the ocean breeze carries with it
a sense of certainty,
stability,
and salt
sweet clean salt
Sea grass sways in the wind
whipping up tiny diamonds in a sunset frenzy
The gulls banter into the evening
and i sit there in peace as i watch the shifting clouds roll by,
lazy as a Sunday afternoon
An explosion of color dances across the horizon
and the sun is crisper than any apple that ever lived
the sweet smell of the south
unlike any other smell ever known to man
Its comforting
I know this smell
The smell of a wind whipped woman's hair
on a cold breezy day
half way across the world
covered in snow
But so close to home
The ocean, an all too familiar blue
as speckles of golden sunshine dance across its surface
and waves dancing in step with each other
like the curves of a woman
personified on the earth.