I Am Honeysuckle
I trail across your sturdy wall,
spreading the warm scent of friendship
upon the dew-laden air;
my arms are airy tendrils, growing, stretching,
becoming determined vines of love
that climb across high barriers,
reaching you inside your mighty fortress.
My sweet fragrance travels with the breeze
blessing you wherever you may be,
calling you to be my friend.
Come, join me in weaving a fragrant bower
where weary souls may rest.
Honeysuckle means bond of love.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 3, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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