I trod across the hillside
rounded the corner
and was stunned
by the ineffable fragrance
of you.
Suddenly I became all
about finding you,
buried in woodland thicket,
the cause of this glorious infusion,
this piercing, classic, delicious
only-in-springtime aroma.
And there you were, modest
in size and appearance, but
Empress of the lands around
you, and I your slave.
May 28, 2009
The delicious, common, road-side honeysuckle
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