Honeysuckle

In the hedgerow bursting forth
cimbing on a slender stalk
chance upon me as I walk
fullsome crown atop the thicket poked

Winding through the spring and summer still
the company of birds that trill
heavy to the nostril comes that fill
 that wild song, the air so laden soaked

With tender words a spray of mist
come ruby cloud where I would sit
and none usurp its upward twist
the sense of romance so provoked

The arbour where I twine in love
on the air like wing'd doves
atomise mistletoe and Christmas clove
trumpet heady airs and love invoke

Hum with insects industry
for nectar nature gives for free
bind my spirit lend me that esprit
the sweet honeysuckle all sense become awoke

Temper find each clustered head
wild perfume within just common hedge
vine my heart deems so perfect
incense god made to be bespoke

Clinging tight to "whatever"
make it to the top with much endeavor
bring to each a little measure
a pleasured life before I croak