I.
Amidst verdant whispers, the honeysuckle embrace unfurls, filling the air with a symphony of sweet-scented dreams. It lends itself to the wind, letting its petals unravel to the tales of the breeze. It dances to the wind’s command, letting the world know of its swing. The fragrant nectar whispers as it waves hello to any passersby.
Amid summer’s breeze,
honeysuckle sweetly blooms,
nature’s fragrant kiss.
II.
The sweet candy scent hugged me in the early morning dew. A whisper of “Good morning”, as the sun kissed the unfurled petals that drink in the daylight. The honeysuckle mesmerizes the morning breeze, tickling the air with its sweetened aroma, a smell that reminded me of the pies my grandma would bake before Thanksgiving. Sweet and crunchy- they set the stage for the dessert table.
Golden vines entwine,
whispers of honeyed nectar,
scented symphony.
III.
The chill in the morning air resonates with the leaves that fall to the ground. They tell the world loud and clear, “Autumn has arrived”. I watch the honeysuckle slowly disappear from my garden, drawing away the delightful perfume that lingered throughout the season afore. The honeysuckle slowly disburses- letting the crisp air steal its last breath. As the brittle leaves crinkle to the wind, it leaves behind the story of what it once was.
Sunset’s warm embrace,
honeysuckle’s final dance,
day’s beauty lingers.