June Nectar
Hidden amid the lake bank’s thicket
its fragrance heralds summer,
carries on the breeze, fills my head,
makes me want to swoon. “Weed,“
husband declares, “Japanese invader,”
but he picks me some.
Wispy petals of palest yellow,
creamsicle orange, flibbertigibbet
of a flower, pistils poking
in all directions. Ah, to be
a hummingbird.! I pull stamen
out through bottom, touch blossom
to tongue, taste sweet sunshine-
honeysuckle.
Linda Gamble is a retired reading specialist from New Jersey. She has previously published poems in Edison Literary Review, US1 Worksheets, Mused, A Long Story Short, Camel Saloon and Jellyfish Whispers.
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