The Honeysuckle Vine

The Honey Suckle Vine

As I sit on my front porch, with my cup of tea
So much green and flowers grow ​right in front of me!
The honeysuckle is the one with vines of red and green
It wraps around and round my fence, the finest to be seen!
And at the end of every vine, a trumpet of pink and gold
Announces to the world to smell its perfume bright and bold!
I dip my nose into the vine and smell perfume so sweet
But someone else is right behind, awaiting his summer treat.
The hummingbird of green and red, so tiny and so quick
His busy wings buzz happily, as he stops to take a sip.
He dips his long and slender beak inside each blossom pink
But watch him oh-so-carefully, you must not even blink!
For if you do, you might just miss him darting up so high
For in a flash he will be gone, but listen for his cry:
"I'll be back to visit you for your elixir fine
Be sure to look for me again on the honey suckle vine!"

written by Christine Summerfield/June 2016