The bouquet of honeysuckle vines,
subtle sweetness carried on the breezes,
encompasses your authentic aura.
Like the white petals blooming,
the sunshine radiance
captures the essence of your smile;
your kiss is honey drops
when the stem is pulled
through the fragile flower.
About the Poet:
R. Gerry Fabian is a published writer and poet from Doylestown, PA.
He has published seven books of poetry: Parallels,
Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts,
Wildflower Women, Pilfered Circadian Rhythm, Hidden Danger,
including his poetry baseball book, Ball On The Mound.
Ephemeral Elegies 
Such beautiful and fragrant thoughts! This poem made me think about how certain memories become attached to the senses. Years later, a particular fragrance, a familiar flower, or even a breeze can bring someone to mind almost instantly. It’s interesting how the mind works that way.
I so appreciated the honeysuckle imagery. This poem finds something meaningful in small details that many of us remember from time past. There’s a gentleness to it, and the sweetness isn’t forced; it simply exists, much like the fragrance of the flower itself.
Sometimes the simplest images are the ones that linger the longest.
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