Morning Honeysuckle
The damp, gray morning
Waits outside
Defiant
Daring me to step out
In the chill
Mocking
Don’t want to go out
But I do
Reluctantly
The creaky porch under
Heavy footsteps
Moaning
Then thru the dreariness
A sweet smell
Heavy
Hanging in the air waiting
To be noticed
Appreciated
Take a deep breath
Drink it in
Thirsty
The scent fills my body
Quenched the soul
Refreshed
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I “heard” the single note lines/words as reluctance, until the step forward and the arrival of the morning.
Kevin
I was pulled in with your beautiful use of sensory images. Love the way the morning and the very air itself is alive in this poem– “sweet smell/heavy/hanging in the air waiting/to be noticed”