My Own Potpourri

Pressed golden leaves and rouge colored buds
Inside my little diary-
My own collection of self-made potpourri
A mark from every month.

There comes a stir within my senses
Like smothering perfume
That drenches every single pore
And covers me in Spring.

A little whisper flutters by my ear
A petal dancing astray,
"Choose me my lady, I'm fresh and clean."
It lands upon my palm.

I scoop the children of Mother Nature
Into a silver-lined basket,
Drizzle lightly scented oil upon the petals
And watched my Own Potpourri

...Come to life...