Lilacs are poetry
their color music,
their sent the story of Spring’s
lacy gardens with wide lawns for
cart-wheeling, swinging, and racing
a waggle tailed white and brown dog
for playing tag with freckled-faced cousins.
The sweet dappled shade
under the lilac bush is the Home
we dive for to be the first
to announce to the world
© Carol Carlisle 2012
It’s Poetry Month!