Honeysuckle weeks Filled with humid heat Where the hot Texas sun plays And I know where to seek What it is that hang, unsung, On an old broken fence rung.
I, in my bare feet, Reach in, pluck a vine to retreat Into the cool dense shade Among the pecan grove, hid away To sit and harvest drops Of the sweet liquid inside.
As skilled child harvester, I sit, Slightly pinch the blossom, then stop, Free the flower from stamen with a slide For Summerβs ephemeral gold drops Unseen treats one only can get During honeysuckle weeks.
Before any of my British cousins that it let me say that Honeysuckle Weeks is one of my favorite British actors. I absolutely love her name. Do y'all have honeysuckles? It is a Southern "thang" to get the sweet water from the blossom and drop it onto your tongue.