Night Jasmine's Perfumery

I alight from my parked car Ecstatic at the fragrance Of my night jasmine bowers Guarding my iron gate The aromatic tree is a perfumery At midnight it starts budding By dawn in full bloom drizzling A white and saffrony carpet in my arbour I hand pick the teeny pristine stars Perched on saffron centred tubes Placing these corralled arbour artists In a watered crystal bowl My hands retain its perfume for hours Nostalgic reminders of getting a sapling From dad's nursery to plant in my garden Dad left behind his aroma in his night jasmine. SECOND October 22, 2015 Contest: Favourite Flower Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron