My Wisteria is in bloom
the lavender color intense
She hugs the Lady of the Fountain
and sheds away my gloom.
My Wisteria is in bloom
a branch I pick
The scent so distinct
I let her love fill my room.
My Wisteria is in bloom
the morn dew kisses her petals
winds embraces the garden
day is happy when she is abloom.
My Wisteria is in bloom
the rays of sun search for her
with love so warm and yearning
so distinctive as her perfume
My Wisteria is in bloom
wildlife reach for her
spring is now begun as
one can only assume.
My Wisteria is in bloom!
1 comment:
I love this poem, expecially the first verse. Wow, it just brightened my day! Thank you
Sara
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