The heady fragranceof the honeysuckle hangs
Intoxicatingly in the foggy late morning air
Its yellow and orange blossoms islands of color
Against the verdant bank as it climbs up and up
The hillside soon to be covered and overtaken
Sun desperately attempting to burn through
The heavy moisture enclosing all around
Beauty everywhere, in all things, your smile
Taught me that, your soul indelibly imprinted
Humbled
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