Second Chances

First chances are sometimes unrecognizable
One looks back, at times with regret

Second chances occasionally appear, unbidden
Allowing us to notice their presence

If memory serves
We have time to approach
With learned gentleness

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Poem #5 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Monthy

Honeysuckle

The scent of honeysuckle turns my head
I search for its source
Flowers of yellow white, jewels in the dew
Rest on the fence

I reach out, back to my youth
Gathering a bloom with the hands of
The child I used to be

My heart swells in the wonder of nectar
Tasting its sweetness, I take my place
With the bee and hummingbird

Returning to the house
Life’s decades overtake me
Drape their cloak of age onto my shoulders

I startle in realizing the wrinkled hands
Putting the honeysuckle into a jar with water
Are mine

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Poem #3 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month.