The smell of fresh pines

The smell of fresh pines

The smell of fresh pines
Tickle my olfactory memory,
Instantly everything shines
Everything comes back to me

My heart travels back to infancy
And I recollect the colours and laughter
The images of everyone being happy —
I’m so appeased, as I remember

Oh that scent of fresh pines
It is a time travel machine
That carries my body and my mind
Inside of a beautiful Christmas dream

Those magical moments return
And I forget about the pandemic
And of everything else that hurts
Of everything that adds to the ache

Then unfolds in front of my eyes
The gifts, the warmth of love
Happiness, the festive ambiance —
Such a wonderful treasure trove

So let the magical spirit of December
Float inside of our tired heart
And might the pines make us remember
The Christmas of our childish heart.

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For the two previous Christmas poems I wrote in 2018, and 2019, I was inspired by the contagious festive mood of the buzzing month of December, moved by the spirit of Christmas and New Year… but this time it was a little bit difficult for me to come up with something positive, with something that can alleviate our stress concerning the state of the world, the brokenness of things, our uneasy feelings, covid-19, unemployments, and all of the fake news, and infos hidden to us, and everything else… and, of everything else. Thus I thought about what automatically triggers my remembrance of those good’ol days, and it was the smell of fresh pines.

So, merry Christmas to all of you. I hope we all enjoy this little moment of respite.