honeysuckle

The Hummingbirds have gone.
Perhaps they were early ones.
I hope others will arrive.

And, already,
we’ve seen a Firefly.
And a large black Butterfly.

I don’t think I enjoy any fragrance more
than that of Honeysuckle.
Last year I planted
a cutting my friend Debra gave me
and this year
it’s huge,
covered in delicate blossoms.
I get a waft through the window
or when I walk by
and I never don’t notice.
It sends me.
I can’t describe it.
Its deep sweetness
re-calls me
to my own -
as it would you,
yours.
Otherwise,
we might forget.