The lilacs engulfed
in fresh powder,
at least until the winds
arrive with the next front
later tonight.
Can these really be the same
trees that will inundate
the yard with lavender blooms,
a fragrance strong enough
to seap through the screen door
come June and join
us at the dinner table?
You took me straight to our own yearly lilac experiences. The saplings grow out of our Welsh slate garden walls. The main tree having long fallen from it’s precarious siting. My wife always says, as a Mantra, “I hope it’s not too windy this time and they last longer”. Great imagery created in your word poetry here. Thank you.
This is a beautiful poem and photo, Richard. Such vivid imagery. It reminds me of a lilac tree in the garden of my family home; the scent was divine when the blossoms were in bloom. Happy memories. Thanks for this piece, Richard.
Very gentle on the soul, thank you for bringing back old memories
Thank you for letting me know.
I love this! It is crazy to think the same cold landscape will provide countless beautiful scenes in just a few months. I think this is why I love the change of seasons so much.
Me too!
Remembering the lilac scent as I read this. What a great poem.