Honeysuckle Tag
Months after the last blossom
wilts and lets go, a tendril
of scent unfurls
among the parched weeds
and knotted shrubs edging
the broken road.
Only at night the perfume steals
out to stretch its cramped
wings and lean
into the hum
of cricket’s legs
and streetlamps. It will be gone
by sunrise, tucked
under winter straw
that falls in summer, swathing
thirst and throb in a jacket
of silence.
Shannon E. Williams 
Beautifully written, love those
“only at night …
… cricket’s legs”
lines.
Those cricket legs are pretty alluring things!
can’t quite say why but yer use of perfume here strikes me as a slightly off note in an otherwise lovely piece.
Not sure if “lovely” is the aim. Your critique is noted (it’s all a work in progress!)
ah yeah i meant in terms of the form/function gestalt and not the subject if that helps, my grasp of grammar is fleeting these days but i have a sense of a how a flower can perfume but not the perfume as an object/agent a bit too literal probably on my part, anyway just a thought.