Lilacs
out the kitchen window
Dance
in the breeze with a fragrance of home;
The
last spring smell suggesting summer,
Subtle,
hinting at wonders to come.
Climbing
in the lilac tree is
His
exploration of colors and strife.
Darkest
green leaves drink in the light,
In
harmony with verdant life.
Storm
purple, the petals so small
Fall
off the ends of branches like snow,
To
be gathered by small hands and shared
As
wondrous delights only he and I know.
Now,
a faded memory to a boy grown old.
Still,
a summer scent, or a dusting of snow brings
Lilacs
out the kitchen window to mind,
And
the seasons, the years, become spring.
Monday, May 13, 2024
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