I can't see  the forest
For the beaches
Or the sand for the mountains or the valley for the meadow
Or the particulars for
The details.

But, once in a while,
On a fair day
I can smell the breeze
Off the beach
Through the meadow
Flow over the valley
To the forest at the edge

Of the mountains shadow.
Under the fairest blue
straining
To gorge my senses
With
that scented view.