Welcome night jasmine
to winter’s party
of cool breaths below
and indigo skies above
Welcome to shivery winds
before dawn
and another blood moon
to come
Your scent reaches February’s corners
ticklng the eyes of the passerby
Within that aromatic
flowery sweetness
a place nestled
among fronds to hide
Welcome night jasmine
will you linger
past the season’s
final song
And dance to spring’s
chittering cadence
I feel it
coming on.
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
To the butterfly garden I ran
its beckoning pulsed against the imminent sadness
of mourning and fading dreams
Its lush green vines and scattered wildflowers
a magnet to the journey of my feet
And just as I longed for and expected
when I entered there was no one there
Only the Longwing and Cloudless Sulphur
to flit on flower and autumn wind
to taste the nectar and dance again
And take with it the heaviness and suffering
endured
release it to the sky
so the sorrow would not weigh upon
so heavily
and my spirit may too
freely fly
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
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