Jasmine Sonnet

Jasmine passes to the soul
Direct, without a word.
It opens up the part to whole
An unasked question, heard.

This year the jasmine is so bold
It is here and over there.
The rain, more rain, and then the cold
Let God’s perfume be shared.

Stopping, letting it come in
My nose, so very nosey–
Unique and to nothing else akin
Is this fragrant, auric poesy.

I can still smell the jasmine dear!
Is it memory or is that jasmine near?

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