~*~
Honeysuckle blooms
deliver passions long lost
on scent filled raindrops.
~*~
It rained long and hard last night, and this morning the sun is shining. My walk was even better than usual thanks to the profusion of wild, wet honeysuckle blossoms along the way. Not only was I inspired to breathe more deeply to capture the rich perfume, I was moved to compose my first poem in years. I won't be winning any haiku contests in the near future, but isn't it wonderful to rekindle a forgotten love?
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