old maid’s poetry
Published in
Sep 19, 2022
When the plumeria tree scatters its blossoms
The sunset hue engulfs the gazebo
With cool breeze almost freezing the teacup
A moth comes in avoiding the flowers.
Time has covered the world with dried petals
But the plumeria tree remains standing
Occasionally accompanied by a moth
Habitually avoiding its scattered blossoms.
