Across the town, across the field,

my nose was up; winter’s body must yield.

Pedaling for scent, I ignored the storm

Pursuing Her, driven, in Spring-fever form!

These memories crowding ahead of the rain-

Somewhere out there- Lilacs to gain!

In parts per million my nostrils twitched

Dandelion, Apple, Plum, Forsythia Tulip

Crab tree Ornamentals of delectable stripes!

Oh, No! Get away! Thawing manure! Right ripe!

Away-ward, fast outward in circular style

I pump hard, I strain for, the spring lilac smile!

Serendipitous alley, all dusty, un-kept-

after judgin’ folks round here as inept

at Lilac appreciation; inhalable joy…

eye glance met leaf-form, tis that perfumed alloy!

Yes, Lilac, you Lilac, so pur-ple-ly blessed,

of all forms of nose joy, in spring, you’re the best!

So slyly and stealthy I slipped off a slip,

tucked into my backpack and home in a zip!

Shared goodness grows friendship; here sweet joys abound-

Lilac leaf and flowerets speak community sounds!

Instructed, humbled, and awed do I write

Creator gifts, through You and Lilac—such meekness, such might!

-rjs