the ichor of gaia

petrichor - a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

it is the morning after a storm

gaia’s ichor is dripping down the veins of trees

in between the cracks and crevices of their bark,

it flows to their roots and resides there

giving breath to our breath,

giving life to our lifeforce

the air now crisp and clean,

the aroma of lilac and flowering dogwood permeating throughout

drops of dew are perfectly balanced, in a sphere

atop newly sprouted grass,

atop the blooming buds,

atop fresh leaves and sweet nectarines

as our orchard continues to grow

gaia’s ethereal spirit guides its vitality and ours

breathing her exhale into our inhale and back

the air we share recycled, cleared

renewed with the scent of petrichor

the saccharine breeze

that reinvigorates our blood

with the relieved sighs of trees,

aridity and drought be damned

no dry spell will ever keep its hold on me