Thursday, May 6, 2010

At My Front Door

The jasmine is blooming
At my front door
Tis but for a moment
Then are no more
But then come the next year
When they come back to play
For to enjoy their fragrance
Another sunny day
So I'll enjoy their beauty
And their aroma so pure
And share a snapshot with you
Hope it brings you some cheer...

Okay...Yvonne's poem's better...:)
Good stuff out there if you can find it
I still loves me some Pink Floyd
Be blessed. Be a blessing
Take time to smell the flowers.




A great poem and I could smell the aroma from here.

Have a good day.

Bud Ezekiel H. said...

you're doing all right with the poetry...

before you know it, Lee and i are gonna be on the second page of followers:)

Lisa said...

That poem is not too bad. I prefer ones that rhyme, though. ;)

Love the beautiful Jasmine and Pink Floyd RAWKS!!

Ann Best said...

And these are such beautiful flowers. Thank you for reminding us to smell them. To move out of time into the moment.

Kittie Howard said...

The sweet smell of jasmine is the sweet smell of life. Lovely poem, thank you.

DJ GlenMC said...

What "pure" and "cheer" don't rhyme?
"Door" and "more," huh? Snappy. Catchy?

Smell a flower or something...
While you listen to the soft guitar refrains of "Welcome to the Machine."

Loves me some Floyd while smelling jasmine, waiting for the gardenias to bloom....aaah...the sweet smell of life...:)

Be blessed. Be a blessing.
Listen to Floyd dagnappit!!!


Melody said...

I like it! The poem and the flowers. :)