Stepping outside this evening, I was unexpectedly greeted by the lingering fragrance of honeysuckle climbing through the lilacs. The garden, at the end of May, seemed briefly suspended between bloom and fading.
Twilight and the Scent of Honeysuckle
twilight—
the scent of honeysuckle
fills the lavender air,
lilacs and dogwoods
sing their last notes
of song—
twilight—
the scent of white peonies
intoxicates,
while yellow and purple irises
are at the tip of bloom,
and day lilies
await to explode
in tangerine madness—
twilight—
at the end of May
in my garden
suspended
between blossom
and fading
—D. G. Vachal ©2026
lilies, sparrows and grass 
a lovely lyrical note to this prose…all of Springtime “suspended” somehow in the twilight hours of May’s end…💖🍃🌸
Thank you so much, Susan. I love your phrase “all of Springtime suspended”—that feels exactly like the twilight hush I hoped to capture at the end of May. Always grateful for your thoughtful reading. 🌿💕
Beautiful, Dee… especially love “tangerine madness” and “lavender air”. Have forgotten what parts of speech these are… help me out here. Anyhow they are such beautiful images or concepts. 😍Ellen
Thank you so much, Ellen. 😊 I’m so glad those phrases stood out to you. “Tangerine madness” and “lavender air” somehow arrived intuitively while writing—perhaps poetry occasionally lets language wander a little beyond its usual boundaries. I suppose “lavender air” may even be a kind of sensory blending! So grateful for your thoughtful reading, as always. 💕