Honeysuckle Days

delicate bells and tassles of fresh honeysuckle

adorn the bush row

and bouncing grey-brown bunnies

nibble at fallen flowers



we celebrate with deep breaths

of sweet, fruit like nectar--yum



the sun has returned to the Eastern sky

and robins are fat with eggs

and a worm bonanza from

extended April showers, and showers, and showers



evening comes like a slow dance of pregnant memories

whispering, rest and wishing

for more of the same