Opposites Attract

Step thru the front door into the day.

The air outside has the delicious

clean non-scent of autumn,  

brown and crisp with a touch

of pale blue high above.

Woodsmoke? Faintly.

Lavender? Perhaps.

But open the kitchen door and step into

the warm, moist breath of autumn

      roasting tomatoes and garlic

      basil and rosemary basking in the sunny window

      simmering stock, the last harvest veggies

      the vinegary bite of bread hot in the oven

My nose knows not which way to turn.

But my growling stomach

      chooses.