Trumpet Honeysuckle Poems | Examples

Creeping and Crawling

I feel the time is creeping like a vine,
upon the trellis of another day.
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
A trumpet honeysuckle climbing,
inviting hummingbirds and butterflies,
to indulge beauty of another day.
a red flowering climbing vine
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
as time quietly slips away.
While perching songbirds serenade
ruby-throated hummingbirds toast the day.
sweetly sipping fruit nectar from a vine;
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
sharing the sweet taste of red trumpet wine