A poem about the sounds and smells of an evening in June. |
Honeysuckles Dance in June In dark of night, while others slept, my senses suddenly took note of a magical midnight show... attention caught by the wafting aroma... oh delightful smell of June her sweet perfume drawing me in to her late night show bringing a smile to my psyche Familiar is the bouquet instantly recognizable aaah....take it in the ever tiny yet exquisitely fragrant Dancing Honeysuckle (take a bow) perfuming the midnight air a premiere performance just for me! (I applaud excitedly) the tiny blossom inspiring nighttime poetry accompanied by her extensive orchestra hark thine ear to the incredible symphony that plays at her feet... chirping crickets celebrate their gentle song they sing it loud they sing it long sad for some who at this hour of night would rather dwell asleep on pillows soft and dream silently of boring things eyes closed and out of sight. Oh fortunate me my soul is here exuberant alive! awake! the honeysuckle's audience of one ever grateful for her pageantry bravo! bravo! alive oh my senses astonishingly sweet dancing honeysuckles my senses doth greet orchestras of crickets sing Thank you for the wonders of nature dear God you and the month of June doth bring. June 2007 |