late-blooming lilac—
perhaps we, too, have something
marvelous about to flourish
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged flower, lilac, patience on June 17, 2020| Leave a Comment »
late-blooming lilac—
perhaps we, too, have something
marvelous about to flourish
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged anger, lilac, meeting the moment on June 3, 2020| Leave a Comment »
On the hill,
the lilacs bloom each spring,
a fleeting purple offering.
Why do I walk to them
with a question
about anger?
Their perfume pulls me closer,
bids me step in, bids me
breathe more deeply,
and I do. For a while,
I forget my seething, forget everything
except the many flowered blooms.
For a while, all that matters
is that I am one who stands beside lilacs,
steeped in the lilac world.
It becomes who I am,
though I know it won’t last.
There, says the lilac.
There is your answer.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged history, lilac, poem, poetry, scent, spring on June 2, 2019| Leave a Comment »
old lilac bush
beside the highway
scent of one hundred springs
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged consequence, lilac, luck, poem, poetry, present moment on May 13, 2012| 2 Comments »
When I think
of all that had to happen
to constellate this moment
in which I stand
beside the road
with my whole face
buried in the lilac bush
I almost weep
overcome by the pure
purple sweet of it all,
how perfect, how
unlikely it all is—
from the star exploding
to the first simple creature
pulling itself out of the sea
to the seed being planted
before my parents met
to the woman who is me
finding her way
to the shoulder of highway 145
where the sun has just set
and the bushes are heavy
with good perfume
and the air is still warm
and the stars are just
beginning to show
their old light.