Honeysuckle vines creep over the fence.
The one behind my house.
White, yellow bonnets bob about.
Lips wide, tongues curled.
Diffusing lullabies for noses.
Soft, sweet, mellifluous.
Troubadours at annual May time fairs.
Humming olfactory tunes.
Harmonizing with winged accompanists.
Bees, hummingbirds, finches.
Soothing diners, walkers, gardeners.
Slumberers who leave windows ajar.
Satisfying squirrels, deer, rabbits.
Who seek dulcet desserts.
Come, come to the fence.
Where sound and scent meet.
Luscious liaison.
Listen well, and smell.
Let your eyelids flutter down.
Comfortable at rest.
Breathe in the floral music.
By honeyed songs caressed.
Lynn Benjamin
May 25, 2023
