The sweet smell of the Honeysuckle
Wafted up, waking my senses,
Lulling me to stop awhile
And drink in the fragrance
Of the tiny white
Blossoms amid
The green leaves
On the
Fence
Nonet
The sweet smell of the Honeysuckle
Wafted up, waking my senses,
Lulling me to stop awhile
And drink in the fragrance
Of the tiny white
Blossoms amid
The green leaves
On the
Fence
Nonet
An afternoon walk
The scent of Honeysuckle
Perfumes the damp air
Haiku
Leona J. Atkinson
06-26-13