It's a bright yellow flowering vine. Grows wild in many parts of the US and is one of the first wildflowers to bloom in spring.


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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-26 at 17:46

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I too needed to search for your fine poem's name. Only then was I able to see the real source of your joy. Not to worry, even before I had seen her style of dress, your poem encouraged me to form images substituting another genre of yellow - the symbol for my heartland. Blessings, Allen
2026-02-27


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I love: "silky sunny horns like the trumpets of jazzmen,"

I looked online for images of Carolina jessamine. I now understand the second stanza of your poem—poem of appreciation.
2026-02-27