A budding of white with green stalk so soft
Like fetal fingers of a garden nymph
Tiny drops of nurture push aloft
The gentle scent creating soothing symph-
-ony. Blooms reveal loudly notes in harmony
To dress a maiden’s song, to chant ancient
Prayers in chains framed for gods, formally
Presented. Bushes as aromatic bastions
To keep the outsiders lulled. I remember
These innocent floral sweets in arrangement,
Looking like liquorice swirls bicolored,
Divided arm-wise by wise hands on payment
On pavement; wearing on my hair Jasmine
From childhood, a fragrant tea stirring still.
The poem was inspired by today's prompt at The Daily Post: The Transporter Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood. Also, I am practicing my sonnet writing skills. This is my second attempt, ever. All comments (and especially critiques) are welcome.