Monday, April 26, 2010

It's lilac time again ...

The photo was taken in my backyard. The poem was written by the American poet, Alice N. Persons. I love her writing style!

Stealing Lilacs
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.

"Stealing Lilacs" by Alice N. Persons,
from Never Say Never. © Moon Pie Press, 2004.


  1. I wish I could smell them right now...

  2. Oh love this image. I grew up with the
    scent of lilacs and their sweet petals
    cascading all over the place. It is a
    fragrant has romanced me forever.