Honeysuckle Fire

 

I thought I saw you come alive
The night the honeysuckle died.
So cold: it froze the moon in place.
So cold: it turned the air to ice.

Yet there you were, in rainbow scarves
And gloves as thick as bobcat paws.
You took a shovel to the snow
And dug on down, ‘til fire was found.

That glowing trace of slowing Earth,
Which – just for once – we watched as one,
Gave eyes their glints of petal stars:
The burning planet lit our soul.

It took you to its ember heart.
You lived undimmed as scent, as flame.

 

 

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6 Comments to “Honeysuckle Fire”

  1. very nice gentle flowing words

  2. Truly a beautiful love poem. Really.>KB

  3. one of the most touching and beautiful poems i’ve read in a long time. just love this~

  4. Just beautiful !!!

  5. I have honeysuckle bushes around my front window. The image of honeysuckle fire caught my attention. 🙂

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