Near the bottom of Princess Street, in shivering twilight, the atmosphere shifts. Warm tendrils of aroma fill the air.
over the crosswalk
a heavenly realm
fresh-baked dough
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©️2018 Ontheland
More haiku about aromas in the city can be found today at A Sense of Place: City Sidewalk–smell. I have another olfactory haiku included there (listed alphabetically by first name–janice).
The image of the wood-fired pizza oven is from Pixabay.
Lovely poem, Janice. Now, the aroma from the bread baking in that oven is heavenly.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. It certainly was a delicious smell mingled with sweet woodsmoke coming from the wood-fired pizza ovens of a gourmet pizza restaurant.
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Scrumptiously sweet! 🥀😎
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