Quiet Scent of Jasmine -e

A Poetry Collection by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Sinha's imagery reflects her both skill as a poet and her new-age interests.

ISBN 1-59431-266-3 or 978-1-59431-266-4 Poetry

Cover art by Maggie Dix

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The Quiet Wind of Spring



In the silver twilight of

an April sky the rays

of the disappearing sun

shine upon rhinestones

in the water before it’s

gone and the stillness

of the earth is riven

when the moon begins

to chase the sun and

the luminous crystals

of stars slowly appear

over the dusky horizon

while wingbeats of a

pygmy nuthatch lazily

sound in the wind of

the treetops above

the blue larkspur that

blossoms in the soft

ground by a small

gladiola and a sweet

apricot left by a sylvan

who lays among the

creamy delphiniums

and yellow thunbergia

dreaming of pink

azaleas that quietly

grow in the spring.



When Daylight Begins

When daylight begins to

end and windflowers lay

on your grave by the river

I hear the cry of sleepy

birds and your voice

saying my name in the

soft wind. Do I see you

hidden in the shade of a

fir tree or are you among

the robin is pillowed in

the white petals dreaming?

The scent of clover leads

me to a small garden where

lilac is dying and a dry willow

seldom sees the sun. I pour a

handful of water into the

tranquil earth so the shy light

you will live

like white morning glories

swaying gently in the cool wind.





The Dying Light of the Sun



In the dying light

of the sun I see you’ve

left a small indentation

on your bed and opened

the window where yellow

forsythias grow and the

scent of wet linden trees

smell like rain in the woods

where you wanted to go

while I wait for your spirit

in the Venetian mirror you

appeared in a week ago

and told me to always

leave lavender on your

pillow. When I see you

again promise me you will

stay till the russet sunset

turns grey and I will give

you a cut asteria to guide

you to heaven before the

next day.