Carolina Jessamine
Look: gilded garlands drape the yaupon bush;yards of silky sunny horns like the trumpets of jazzmen,
the herald of the gentle season: Carolina jessamine
is in bloom--fragrant, flaunting, imperious, lush.
No, never, I don't deserve it, this cascade of yellow.
Too much delight, so much light, so many bright gems!
I feel my joy perching there entwined with the limbs,
undeserved gifts, a soupçon of hope for an ordinary fellow.
Poetry by William Hughes
Written on 2026-02-26 at 17:46
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