Honeysuckle Nights

The new planted vine
sure looks straggly next to its
boisterous neighbors,

alone on the end
like the runt of the litter
pushed to the hind teat.

Sweat drips on the roots
as I bury them in mulch
on Spring's first hot day.

Soon honeysuckle
will skitter up the fence like
swarming anole

and I will have stars
even when a cloudy night
obscures the full moon,

wallowing in that
heavenly, confederate
scent of hot June nights.


3 comments:

Zouxzoux said...

I like the imagery of your sweat falling on the roots. Your description of the smell of the honeysuckle on a warm summers night is so sensual.
Good job.

Contessa ChiChi said...

Your poem made me smile. I can almost smell the honeysuckle..sigh.
These lines -

"and I will have stars
even when a cloudy night
obscures the full moon,"

remind me that even when it's raining the sun is shining behind the clouds. I really like your poetic style, Mark..:)

Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus

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