Profusive in its growth, and rambunctious,
Tumbling down in tangles
From the tops of the trees,
Leaves dyed with the deep green of spring –
Deep, like one sees in the sky at night –
Flowers of soft yellow and purest white,
Crowning oak and elm
With cornets of silver and gold
And covering the forest floor with a carpet
For the Lord to walk upon
When He comes in the cool of the evening,
Scenting the breeze with sweet incense,
. . .
The rest is at https://www.reckonin.com/walt-garlington/honeysuckle.
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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
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