Honeysuckle

I hope
Where you live
The night air drips
With the scent of
Honeysuckle
So sweet it
Pulls through your nostrils
And fills your chest
And you feel like
An invisible garden
Surrounds you
Exhaling as you inhale.
And the fireclies
Riot
Intoxicated with such
Delicate smells

Nightscape at creekwalk inn bed and breakfast by janice haynes