Wisteria Wistful Poem by Monita Soni

What is that sweetness
On the breeze?
Wistfully skimming the pacific blue
Intoxicatingly layered
this perfume

Take a deep breath
He looks at me.....
Go ahead, do it
I urge
Don’t you smell it?

Touched with hibiscus,
Citrus tanged
Aromatic mangoish
Overwhelming blend
of jasmine

The aroma
Haunts me, tickling
My nostrils
It fills my soul
Lifts me

We circle the beach
Turning where the
Private houses start
The crocheted hammocks
Swaying gently


I stop short
by the delicate purple
blooms, clinging to the
Manoman tree
Now I know


My wet scarf which
I had left to dry
On the Wisteria tree
That night
After the tempest.