the scent of mint

the scent of mint


Oh, the littles that remain!

Scent of mint out in the lane;

Flare of window; sound of bees; —

These, but these.


Three times sitting down to bread;

One time climbing up to bed;

Table-setting o’er and o’er;

Drying herbs for winter’s store;

This thing; that thing;—nothing more.


But just now out in the lane,

Oh, the scent of mint was plain!

Lizette Woodworth Reese, After


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