Studio Renee

The house on Positano
had honeysuckle creeping up the side
I plucked and plucked
until I found the sweetest stem
(it never was quite as sweet as I wanted it)
but I still think of honeysuckle fondly
and I crave it
Especially as the sun starts to go down
and the shadows grow long
and the air is sticky warm
I want to sit on the porch swing
with fistfuls of honeysuckle 
hear the crickets and grass
when the sky turns orange
My mother is humming in rhythm
with the wind chimes
my feet are bare and
my mouth is sweet with honeysuckle 

Originally written 2/23/17, published and updated on 1/19/24
©2024 by Renee Salmon