A Drawing upon Silence

In from the garden, another
bouquet of carrot flowers  
carries with them a familiar,  
    
indescribably sweet perfume,  
placed in the confines  
of a slender drinking glass  
  
that is quickly overwhelmed  
by the arabesque, and sprawls  
into calligraphy: bringing,  
   
as well, that forgotten sense    
of reckless childhood,    
exploring the cluttered rooms  
   
where grandmother packed  
away the memories in boxes,    
she chose to recollect:  
   
to gather both a fragrant dust  
and descanting light, as  
filtered through closed blinds.