Wildflower

flowers-of-honeysuckle-creeper

They like it
when she’s dark;
past pouring from pores

and love
just around the corner,

like a caterpillar,
impatient, crawling
through clover
wishing
to be beautiful,

all the while,
not knowing

she is;

this lady- in- waiting;
petals leaving a trail…..
for a lover to follow;
scent, pure as silk
white honeysuckle

when all the layers
are peeled away.


© Lynda Bullerwell, 2015

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