This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would you rather smell? Sweet grass the Indians used in their baskets? Smoked leather? The odor of the ground in the spring after rain? The smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia? Or the wind from the land as you come in toward Cuba in the dark? That was the odor of the cactus flowers, mimosa and the sea-grape shrubs. Or would you rather smell frying bacon in the morning when you are hungry? Or coffee in the morning? Or a Jonathan apple as you bit into it? Or a cider mill in the grinding, or bread fresh from the oven?
Kassi, this is so warm, gorgeous and quietly luminous. I felt the softness of your morning in every detail, from the rainbow touched kitchen sink to your dog glinting gold in the early sun. You captured that sacred ordinariness so beautifully, the way a simple routine can feel like a blessing. A gorgeous start to the day. Happy International Women’s Day 🌹❤️
This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would you rather smell? Sweet grass the Indians used in their baskets? Smoked leather? The odor of the ground in the spring after rain? The smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia? Or the wind from the land as you come in toward Cuba in the dark? That was the odor of the cactus flowers, mimosa and the sea-grape shrubs. Or would you rather smell frying bacon in the morning when you are hungry? Or coffee in the morning? Or a Jonathan apple as you bit into it? Or a cider mill in the grinding, or bread fresh from the oven?
- Ernest Hemingway
🙏🏻 love this!
Beautiful, Kassi! I love the imagery & 2nd stanza in particular ✨💜
Thank you Maya!
Beautiful imagery.
Thank you Bethany 🙏🏻💯☀️
A beautiful moment💕
I can feel the space…
The ordinary is worth our time!
This poem feels like being invited into someone’s quiet morning, the kind you almost don’t want to disturb.
There’s something so gentle in the way the day unfolds slow steps, soft light, everything unhurried.
The sunlight moving across the kitchen feels almost magical, like the house is waking up too.
I love how the details the robe, the dark roast coffee, the sunroom make the moment feel lived and real.
Even the small craving for a pastry feels honest, like a tiny glimpse into a very human morning.
The dog resting on the rug adds such warmth, grounding the whole scene in companionship.
It’s the kind of morning that doesn’t try to be special, yet ends up feeling sacred in its simplicity.
The poem captures that rare peace that comes before the world starts asking things of you.
There’s a tenderness in the way the speaker moves through the routine, almost like a quiet ritual.
By the end, you can almost feel the sun on your own skin, wishing your mornings felt this gentle too.
I love your thoughtful commentary of this poem. You captured the heart behind it so well. ☀️🙏🏻🤩
I’m getting some Billy Collins vibes from this poem👏🏻
😅 so kind.
I love this imagery. I definitely needed it on the Sunday morning of daylight saving time. 😂
Happy to hear! Have a wonderful Sunday Eric. ☀️☀️☀️
I feel this, especially your last lines. The early morning moments we treasure as writers. Here's a short piece I wrote that has very similar vibes! I'm sure you'll see why I was compelled to share! https://denisetdrapeau.substack.com/p/on-sunday?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=6vzs8n
“The morning light enters my house
anointing countertops, splashing
rainbows in the kitchen sink.” I love this line! Beautiful, Kassi.
Thank you Rosa 🙏🏻
Came to say the same! I've seen that many times and Kassi captured it so well!!
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Kassi, this is so warm, gorgeous and quietly luminous. I felt the softness of your morning in every detail, from the rainbow touched kitchen sink to your dog glinting gold in the early sun. You captured that sacred ordinariness so beautifully, the way a simple routine can feel like a blessing. A gorgeous start to the day. Happy International Women’s Day 🌹❤️
Thank you Saira ☀️☀️☀️
Have a lovely day!
My pleasure! Thank you, Kassi. Wishing you a lovely day as well. ☀️☀️☀️☀️