Honeysuckle Days
I went for a walk today through our neighborhood.
It took me awhile to identify what smelled so good.
Honeysuckle perfume and freshly mowed grass.
Sweet and spicy.
Like your aftershave in the early, early morning.
The dog did well on the leash
Sit, Stay, Heel
Just like you taught
I wonder if the scent in the air reminded him of you, too.
Oh! And you should have seen the sky!
Saturated and cloudless
Clear and crisp as the desert
We used to call it Arizona Blue.
Isn’t it just like God to breathe that color into this day?
I miss you.
Come back soon.
We’ll walk together and make memories
Crystal and sweet
So when we’re old, we can reminisce about honeysuckle days.
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