Lilacs

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.