Honeysuckle Night Poem by Lamar Cole

Honeysuckle Night



The winter had been very icy and cold.
And spring had finally arrived.
Rhonda went outside and embraced the warm night air.
And kissed the sweet smell of honeysuckle.
Blowing in the breeze.
Looking at the beautiful stars and moon.
And thanking God for this beautiful heaven on earth.

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