Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

Lilac and Honeysuckle

The scents
of most fragrant flowers
bearing the weight
of the springtime

Her lilac
and honeysuckle scents
stepping lightly upon
my vernal pools
the wildflowers in my heart
continued to blossom

when thoughts of her
silently, but powerfully

scented my life
defining my love

bathing in her sweet

wanting her springtime,
never to end…



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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