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!
Written on 2026-02-26 at 17:46

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text