Jasmine Gloom
A jasmine shrub, shivering on a December night in gloom
of white petals with watery pearls, nervously awaits the bumblebee.
'Hush' it whispers breathing till last drop, the fragrant bloom
then leaves for the moon, the wilting shrub wonders 'why not me'...
July 27, 2020
Four Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
~Winner: 2nd Place
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