An Aromatic Mystery
PORTO has that smell in the air,
Which no Atlantic breeze can quell;
Her roasted scent a silent blare
That heralds Nature's springtime swell
Like choristers in wordless prayer
Who weave the city's magic spell
In marketplace and busy square;
From whence it flows I cannot tell.
© Troy Southgate
Love the poetry. You should consider publishing a chapbook.