Fragrance Of Forgiveness

[Alexia Barbara Cordato]

Sprawled lazily beneath the Jasmine tree,

It’s scent gently lingering in the air.

Teasing my nostrils with each breath I take

Reminding me that it is there.


Branches swaying playfully,

It’s pedals dropping one by one.

Yet in this wonderful afternoon sun,

It has not but a care.


Tugging softly on its branches,

Just to see what it would do.

I realized I’ve crushed a blossom,

Within my fingertips.


I wish I could be as forgiving

As this stunning Jasmine tree.

Although I’ve taken precious life from it,

Beautiful fragrance it still gives me.


Alexia


2003

[engarde]

Personification is great here! I like how you ended this.

[Alexia]

Thank you. This was the thought that came to mind when I opened my hand and saw the crushed blossom.......this summer. I just had to put it to words.

Alexia

[Maryann22]

this poem is really sweet keep up the good work