Sonnet 3    
Tuberose
By Sophy Chen


As I was young my mom planted some flowers
In front of our old wooden house in springs
In my memory they were peony, China rose
However what I loved the most was tuberose

In summer night it’s a nice time to me
You could sit in yard to listen the night birds
Singing on cliffs, insets singing in bushes
And look at the moon moving in night skies

However, while your heart was beating at pace
With insets singing and in the sudden
From nowhere floating a rays of fragrance
In the moon a bunch of tuberose blossoms

As these flowers always bloom in moon nights
Your great poem may be living in its fragrance



2013-10-05    In China