Honeysuckle Days It's a honeysuckle day Between lilac and blackberry blossom When the high hot sun Turns cold grass gold And boats fill the lake While leaving in their wake White foamy hopes of family memories In the evening I'll go to my grandmother's honeysuckle bush, Bending low like the sun to pick the orange petals Reaching out to me like I do to them "Pick them before they're gone," she says "They'll only last a few days." In so many ways like us So I take the book she gave me And press the leaves tight to the spine of Huck Finn and begin To look forward to the return of the warm summer sun Like honeysuckle days between lilac and blackberry blossom Biography for Caitlin Ware: "I earned my B.A. degree in communication studies from WVWC in 2020. I served as the UMC Liaison & Spiritual Life Coordinator (Chaplain) for WVWC in 2021. I’m originally from Flemington, WV, and I am now living in Durham, NC, working towards my Master of Divinity at Duke. I enjoy exploring WV state parks, writing, and making music."