The bay tree let go of her scent.
To an evening breeze who spent,
All of her humour in a little
Tryst enlivening, nothing bitter
Should taste of the gift of roses,
Given when shy silence encloses,
The heart of two,
Meant to ensue,
The adventures that love may,
Bring to them, that pass that way.
AROMA OF A BAY TREE © gillena cox 2022