Impression

Like a waterfall cascading down the hill

The white bells were drops of snow

Among the shiny emerald leaves

Lily of the Valley perfumed the air and

Engulfed me in the tides of spring

There was a scent in my discovery of

The tarnished spoon snuggled in a box with other

Treasures of the departed

Impressed deep in the metal were

Lily of the Valley cascading toward the bowl

A monogram on the back showed ownership

And a sense of a love for all things beautiful

I purchased the spoon knowing art

And nature are close companions

Winter will come of course but I can run my

Fingers over the silver flowers and

Visualize the white bells falling down the hill