Honeysuckle
Where I park my old car
Behind the fence
At the back of my garden
The pink and yellow honeysuckle, so dense,
Hangs down and encloses it,
Like a giant friendly hand
That belongs to nature -
Hands reaching out everywhere
If you care to notice
But all too often cutback.
The honeysuckle rests
Upon the car’s roof
As if giving me some secret proof
That I am one with nature.
Such sweet fragrance.
I am careful when I park
Or slowly drive away not to trap
Its flowers in my windscreen wipers
Or the door, so abundant is it.
'Honey’ and 'suckle’, such beautiful words,
That come together and capture the season
When bees come out to gather nectar,
Collecting pollen by the way,
As if my car and I were there
To gather something too.
And when I am out driving
People sometimes say
'Your car’s covered in petals,
Have you been to a wedding today?'
July 2012.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan, Derbyshire.
