Bewitched and beguiled

How fanciful it is to
imagine one might not
only inhale, but bottle and
save the cool air that sweeps
in after record-breaking
heat.

To somehow capture the 
fleeting fragrance of
late spring lilacs.

Or pause and hold tight 
to the pastel shades of
the early morning sky.

But it's all too fleeting
to be bottled or saved.

Instead we must allow
ourselves to be bewitched
and beguiled in the moment

by the shiver of cool air on
warm skin, flared nostrils
engulfed in the perfumed air,
and the blaze of pink on
the horizon of a new day.