Jaded Glory

Darkness caresses the night
garden with mysterious light.
An overpowering fragrance
spills into the air, starlit incense
from the frothing honeysuckle,
an unruly child that snuggles
in the vacant arms of the cherry tree,
whose glorious pink flowers,
long jaded, have perished in showers.

Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2024

Written for The Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle Quadrille Challenge Day 6.

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