Dining on anise and honeysuckle

Though still raw, pink and lean,
their golden trumpets not unfurled,
the honeysuckle buds are triggering
a rash of memories:
the sweetness at their base;
the slipping of the teeth
as we bit through fragile petals
to suck the fragrant honey
from each tip; the pure delight
of that sweet treat,
garnered from the wild
while still a child,
wandering through Ohio woods,
seeking the wild anise and sharp clover;
chewing on those grainy stalks,
the one so sweet, the other's spice
so sharp ...