To thee, O Night Jasmine - 1

When all world’s asleep Thou waketh, Jasmine, so doth Scent of thine from deep, Dies when the sunlight, Ye spread in the dark of night Thy hidden delight. Thy heartbeats, so faint, No doctor hath ever heard, Which, for Moon are meant. Thy scent O Jasmine Captivates me till I wake From its spell at dawn. _________________ Haiku |06.03.2025| flowers Note: Night-blossoming jasmines never fail to charm me. Jasmine, they say, was a princess in paradise, in love of Sun, who thwarted her, and she threw her life and died and was born as Jasmine flower, hating Sun to love the cool silver of Moon. Ever since she spreads her fragrance only at night and falls off before dawn. One of simplest and plain looking flowers, all white, six petals, with a reddish dot in the middle, and what fascinating fragrance!