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 edge 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 