Over halfway through winter
The smell of green eucalyptus
Accents our February air
We breathe in its freshness
Not because of some weird want
Instead... this natural aromatic pleasures us
As olfactories go... it seasons our walk
Beneath our feet strands of discarded bark crunch
Unless disturbed by a passers random steps
That grounded tree epidermis would lay silent
What a thrill having this forest so close
Watching how it sways from influential winds
The stroll out and back represents less than a mile
However the appeal to saunter along entices
Twenty five minutes have flown by
As we step back inside our home
That scent of eucalyptus lingers on our shoes