An observation we can make about southeastern Virginia
is that many of its roadways are lined with a wall of foliage.
And in that mass of green, one can find squirrels and birds,
understory trees like dogwood, redbud, hickory, and American holly;
and tangled through their branches: Virginia creeper,
greenbrier, Carolina jessamine, wisteria, and honeysuckle.
Today as I was driving along the interstate,
I spied an oak tree wearing a golden gown of honeysuckle
similar to this one, but much, much thicker:
The old oak's branches stuck out like arms.
And from midway on its trunk up to its crown,
the tree was clothed in a thicket of honeysuckle blooms.
All dressed up with nowhere to go,
but I bet the perfume was divine.