Honeysuckle.
So fun to run
along the tongue
of pronunciation.
Misty green leaves
unfolding in the understory
of still-bare woods.
Your early invitation to spring.
The small, sweet
taste of nectar
when squeezed
between the teeth.
These bright white
asterisks ask for
your attention and
appreciation.
Its tubular,
flaring flowers
will perfume the
afternoons of June.
© 2015 Richard Havenga
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