Pure white morning jasmine
Some tucked inside buds
Others wide awake to the sun
Nestled among sap green leaves
That sweet fragrance of homecoming
Enticing, inviting, nostalgic essence
Dried leaves crunch underfoot
As I move around the shrub to collect
Tender to touch, easily plucked
Strung around by lithe stalks:
A flower necklace for my hair.
Butterflies hover by, longing for a taste.
This the second last day of the OctPoWriMo Poetry Challenge 2015. The prompt today was to write a poem outlining the five senses: sight, feel, smell, sound, and taste.
Thank you for reading.
Image courtesy: https://raxacollective.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/jasmine-flower/