A fleeting misty falling fragrance
 Perfuming the air, soaking the skin
      As intently I walked within its cloud
 Savoring the pleasures I found therein.

      The conifers in bloom, as evergreen
 They cast their rich and bidding scent
      Into a springing whispery wind
 That from winter's end was freely lent.

      The blend of nectar with angel tears
 Filled my cup which thrice I drained
      With thirsty yearning, wanting more
 Of the same that fell when Seattle rained.