The perfect sweet scent of honeysuckle fills
the air of my Midwestern town, making it seem
to me the most exotic place on Earth.
And as luck (or angels) would have it
the air is cool and lush, begging my
windows open wide, pouring in armsful
of the honey itself. Here, have more,
they say and Oh still more, for soon
it will all have gone away. So gather
your honeysuckle while you may.
