Lilac Season

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The season of darkness has expired;

Now Nature wakes, no longer tired.

Life emerges from the land—

God’s greening grace is close at hand.

Not only do the verdant hues

Reveal such hopeful, splendid views,

But amarillo and ruby cups

Invite the bee and fill them up.

Soon—yes, very, very soon—

Exotic scents will sweeten May,

As lilacs take my breath away.

A child when first their bloom I met,

So sweet, they must be Heaven-scent

I’d steal a bloom with fingers gloved,

A gift for the mother I dearly loved.

But fleeting is their purple breath,

A fragile gift that flirts with death.

The winds may steal what springtime grows,

And raindrops bruise each tender rose.

So while they bloom, I pause and see—

This lilac grace is lent, not free.


Just scratching where it itches!

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