Honeysuckle Wild Rose Dawnbreak

Honeysuckle blossoms unfurl 
beneath a passion pink

wild rosy hued

daybreak  sky

Red Rooster crows

perched atop fencepost ,

echoing across

the harkening stillness floor ,..

“ there’s  something in the wisp ”

an avowedly heralded awakening ,

("cock-a-doodle-doo")

unto the evanescent stars’

looming sunlight  surrenders

the brilliant warmth approaching

first June lazy days ,

peeks up , up over

beyond near mountain high's

strewn shadow

underneath  

tendrils yawn

and

         stretch out - - - - -

let loose from eventide’s

waning shadowed grasp ,

leaning into

arising solar glister

dew drops wending downward

gathered crystalline teardrops

spilled upon

spangled earthen sod

suckles quench

buttercup petal’s rousing

golden yellow hue

morning sunbeams stimulating ;

spring fragrance glorifies

each and every

enthralling moment’s

heart awakened gifts

rapt ,..

reality is a dream

honeysuckle kisses

unwrapped blossoms

perfumed flowers bouquet

so stirringly pungent ,

breathtakingly poignant

yet ,..

so sweet the musing synergy

intimate memories ,

of impassioned pink

wild rose daybreaks

and ,..

salty apple blossom jasmine scent

honeysuckle wild rose coalesce

spicy alluring waft drifting

a spell casting elixir …

harlon rivers ... June 2014