Lilac Born Honeysuckle

The dusty

wind storm

would

warn the 

honeysuckles

that I was coming.

Pulling gently

off the dirt 

road as the 

dust storm caught

up 

I

jump out of

the beat up 

rusty truck. 

Pulling the 

sides

of my

white linen

dress up 

so as I

run freely

across the 

field 

nothing 

could detain

my dance.

I am 

searching for

the nectar

that would

heal the memories. 

The honeysuckles

call out

to me

letting me

know that at 

any moment 

I could be

healed,

with one taste. 

The bees gently

dance

protectively around

the fresh buds

inviting me for

only a moment. 

Be quick!

They buzz.

But this lilac 

born honeysuckle

needs time.