An out of season
Fragrant white Gardenia
Presents itself treating
A surprised eye streaming
Tears on a trembling cheek
From its bloom scent peak
Its transplanted home
A fertile rebirth shown
By brilliant green leaves
Spawned with new growth appeals
To a prayerful daughter who chanced
Her spirit would support its stance
Like the Phoenix it sprouted anew
Reminiscent of one who serenely
Lived for its fragrant white flowers
Of the gardenia's calming power
I really like how the words "bloom scent peak" slow me down completely as I mouth each word. There is nothing hurried in this poem and quiet moments seem to hint of new growth or peace, at best. I can smell the gardenia.Thank you.
