When honeysuckle twines about the window panes
and you can smell it's scent as you walk down country lanes.
Once again the purple blossom hangs above the garden walls
then all at once it disappears and every petal falls.
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What a beautiful word painting! It came straight from the musical soul of Sylvia Spencer. Encore, my sister-friend. Love, Sandra
This is both beautiful and heart -warming, I loved everyword being set in place but the roots remain, from which someday the sap will rise again. This is poetry at fine hour Love Duncan X
Well, Britan hasn't cornered the marked on 'Harvest Time, ' cause it is my most favorite time of year here in America too. The fall of the year, when life seems more precious because we know winter is near....everything becomes more vital to enjoy. Scarlett
Beautiful tale of nature, so well depicted in this lovely write. Enjoyed this one. Love Ernestine XXX