The other lilac

We’re pretty pleased in mid-May by our lilacs:
the one is mauve, the other gentle red;
and both of them have grown and put forth blossoms
and sweet perfume we savor from our bed.

And next block east an apple tree is blooming
a gorgeous pink that augurs well for fall:
and everywhere the gardens are reacting
to sun and showers and urgings from us all.

But yesterday while walking in this splendor
I saw a tree that made it all look pale:
a lilac in full bloom that was filling all the room
in a garden yard that wore it like a veil;

Its single trunk a sturdy ancient carving
a twisted marvel, green and purple royal:
lovely, ancient, breathing sweetness on the street
like a kitchen baking riches, from the soil.

And so the reach of time our lilacs’ stature
paints more sweet Mays in others’ floral future.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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