In the Dusting of Springtime
In the dusting of springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
come as star jasmine starts to climb
and in the breeze I see it sway.
I recall the scent of rose,
of lilac and the trumpet vine -
their fragrance wafting to my nose -
becoming soon a scent divine
attracting bees and butterflies
to my mom’s lovely garden spot.
Pappi fluff drifted to the skies,
scattering seeds, which were a lot!
The fruit this fluffy dust would bring
were dandelions of our spring.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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