Honeysuckle
By Carol Parris Krauss

Dirt ruddy
jagged and crumbling
a gash at the nadir
terra firma
blood red
narrowing to the evergreen
waning to jade
down by the brook
rime cold
rippling and glassy
trailing to the bridge
oaken born
    years
    worn smooth
Honeysuckle
cascades down
traipses up
    split rail fence
splintered and humble
aroma in the air
saffron tinted
blossoms winking
pearly nectar
sugar dusted
Honeysuckle
tokens
rambling
in the corners
     of my mind.