Bittersweet This Yearning
Mom’s garden blushed with flowers on our lawn
Recalling youth’s zest of fancy-free tread:
I stand here by an old lamppost , in thought
And imagine dewed clusters overhead.
How I loved jasmines fondled by the breeze,
Where treetops glow with moonlit autumn skies
That forever mark a part of charm in me…
Oh, sweet are memories from joyful eyes.
Although walls have crumbled under time’s hand
Those blooms still grace remains of long ago;
As every scent, petal fills my yearning heart
When I see jasmines through all seasons’ flow.
9/4/2017
Bittersweet Contest for Kevin Shaw
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