The Scent of Heaven

The air is crisp and chilly; a welcome relief
after countless days of sweltering heat
that saps energy and drains motivation.
It is still and quiet out, Time holds its breath.
The distant song of a whippoorwill is my companion
while I walk through fields of dew covered pasture
of too tall fescue and ragweed.
A diamond laced spider web along the fence is home
to the queen of arachnids; dressed in her golden finery
she waits for her morning meal.
My dad cajoles with the old, rust-red tractor
its color more rust than red.
Mechanical services are needed
to tame the overgrown fields
that have run rampant for too long.
It coughs and sputters awake; startling quail
and sending clouds of smoke signals to float away in the breeze.
The sweet, clean fragrance of freshly cut hay
perfumes the air…
Ahh…breathe in and smell the scent of heaven