in the moment
Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #80: Memory Lane: Utabukuro (or poem bag)
Honeysuckle vines entwined around the old, deformed willow tree behind the overgrown rose bushes. Spring would bring a flush of blooms through out the old yard. Lilacs, lilies, iris, roses and of course the honeysuckle. The young maiden would break off a lilac or two and then wind a length of the blooming honeysuckle along the stem. This would be gingerly placed behind her ear. An instant princess.
midsummer night -
the scent of Honeysuckle
tickles the senses © Chèvrefeuille
the warm breath of his love .
aphrodisiacs . . © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteVery clever - and a perfect ending! YAM xx
Thank you, YAM. janice xx
DeleteLovely tanka, Janice :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lynn.
DeleteA nice completion Janice...made for each other:)
ReplyDeleteThanks, JZ!
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