The honeysuckle vined along the broken cedar fence
at the same time wild wisteria filled the corridor of the woods
and whispered to me stay the course.  

Purple hydrangea rolled along the side of the house
waves of hope crashing in fragrant curves
filtering through the lace curtains.  

I bent down to caress the tall lupine,
heard the chime of angel trumpets
clearing the world’s chaos in the summer heat.  

Floral whispers continued with the pink primrose
and deep red creeping phlox piercing the silence
cascading down the hillside.  

Hollyhocks climbed the splintered barnwood
piled along the east fork of the river from times long gone,
reminding me to see beauty in all things. ​