Poem the begins:
I want to leave you, but how can I when your summers are so sweet—
when I know that honeysuckles share their sugary scent
every afternoon? Their sunshine-yellow flowers grin,
knowing their perfume’s descent will flirt with noses.
Their ethereal drops float on the balmy breeze, spraying Earth’s skin.
"When Your Summers,"
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 33, Article 26.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol33/iss1/26