The intoxicating fragrance

The intoxicating fragrance

of jasmine

and honeysuckle

wafting through the warm, humid

August dusky air

Treading softly are we

Barefoot on the grass

Letting the tiny dewy droplets

Tickle between our toes

As we cross the ever darkening


Then so lost are we

in the magical mystery

of the steamy night

and so found are we

Held in the starlit sky’s

comforting caress

Okay, your turn:

What is it about the fragrant blossoms in full force with the night quickly approaching that is so alluring? Does this poem take you there?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

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