Poetry Friday is hosted by Random Noodling today.
We have one lilac tree which leans into our kitchen window. All year long I wait for the very short time in which I can look forward to its blooms. Blink, and they are gone. Last year, they came into full bloom one morning, and by the time I’d arrived back home from work, a fierce thunderstorm had blown all the blossoms away. No more lilacs…until last week. This year, I get to enjoy them just a bit more!
Stealing Lilacs by Alice N. Persons
A guaranteed miracle,
it happens for two weeks each May,
this bounty of riches
where McMansion, trailer,
the humblest driveway
burst with color—pale lavender,
purple, darker plum—
and glorious scent.
This morning a battered station wagon
drew up on my street
and a very fat woman got out
and starting tearing branches
from my neighbor’s tall old lilac—
grabbing, snapping stems, heaving
armloads of purple sprays
into her beater.
A tangle of kids’ arms and legs
writhed in the car.
I almost opened the screen door
to say something,
but couldn’t begrudge her theft,
or the impulse
to steal such beauty.
Just this once,
there is enough for everyone.