Honeysuckle Poem by james watkin
Honeysuckle
Having fretted with fingers
Over its trellis
In the pre-embroidered weeks
What now gives impetus to
Its skies' loophole to pursue
Of which the wind speaks?
Its what's stood back from lest I
Get stung, sucked up in?
As passion-seething a ray
Of bee directives the sun
Has ever funneled thereon.
Such, one summer day.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,summer
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