To Flourish

With a hint of tangerine essence
Bergamot swirling on the breeze
A lone rose taunting my sense

They are pulling me in every way
Drawing from my earthen center
Stealing me away from what I see

None can counter the honeysuckle
Petals and a sugary sweet tease
Vexing sensibility with every bloom

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: Flowers, honeysuckle, nature, the senses