The Lone Lilac
It stood majestic in the spring
splayed across the side
of the old goat barn,
reached over the rusty tin roof,
dripped down the cracked window
a branch twisted inside.
The lone lilac surprised us every season
when we thought it would not survive
a harsh winter
as it donned deep purple regalia
drenched in heaviness
with weighted branches
perfuming our world with the scent of angels,
the fragrance of peace.
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Poetic, Virginia. I really like “perfuming our world with the scent of angels, the fragrance of peace.” Good message in your poem.
Thank you for your kind validation and highlighting the message.
This is a great example of a poet seeing something deep into something others just pass by. You enlarge our vision with this poem!
Such a gracious, kind comment. Much appreciated.
Beautiful1 Especially love: “splayed across the side
of the old goat barn,”
Thank you so much for your kind validation. I am glad that the verb “splayed” worked.
Lovely
Thanks so much.
“perfuming our world with the scent of angels/the fragrance of peace.” was just a good closing. Beautifully crafted!
Thank you for the kind validation. I am pleased the message was received.
You had me at lilac, so thank you!!!
That is great and much appreciated.
I love how the tree survives – unexpectedly.
I love your comment. The unexpected in nature can be comforting.
Lovely! These images drip like beautiful lilacs actually do! “the fragrance of peace” is a gorgeous ending.
I appreciate your kind validation of the poem. I am pleased the ending is meaningful.
Enviable flow and so peaceful. Comforting write, Virginia
Thank you for reading and for your kind comment.