Lilacs

On the wisps of the morning snow drift, the air faintly smelled of lilacs. Their aromas reaching up from the buried ground, bleeding through the crystal snow, and lining the air with visions of its abundant nature. In the summer, its virgin smell enticed the senses and drew forth the splendid pollinators. Their branches would grow high in my garden, reaching and grasping for higher atmospheres. Their purple buds seeking sweeter air would stem out along its branches, swaying in the mellow breeze. Their supple trunk, thin and strong would show innate resilience in the spring rain storms. But as the winter season blew on, the lilacs remained hibernating until this frost nipping season was done. They crawl inside themselves and patiently wait out the cold, feverously looking forward toward the warmth of the spring season when at last they can relax their snow battered branches, unbend their stiff trunks, shake off the melting snow and stretch to the sun�s wholesome rays. Finally able to spread their charming fragrance, at last they will thrive in peace.

Author's Note

i was bored, i wrote. say what you want.

Reviews

[Belator Books]

Excellent imagery. Anyone whom uses 'abundant' without sounding trite gets a gold star in my book. Nicely done.

[Brett Campaigne]

once again, your talent for description saturates the senses. This one had a vibrant animation in one's mind. Though there is a certain sense of literalness that gives this poem a brochure feel because it doesn't take some opportunities for strong metaphors like in the last poem I reviewed for you('salacious acts'), which alludes of an inner depth while everything is in the description here.

[An owl on the moon]

You should be bored more often! (NOT that all your other writings aren't absolutely brilliant!!!) You so wonderfully bring alive the lilacs, filling their branches with memories and magic... I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nice. Wonderfully penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah