tomorrow

Tomorrow I would show you
two kinds of purple flowers
that have bloomed since we last walked
that spring-decked path together.

Somewhere lilacs

Will the baby live?
Will depressed loved ones pull up?
Somewhere, lilacs bloom.

full of hopes

Don't give up for dead
trees that haven't bloomed quite yet
May is full of hopes

scattered

if I could only
focus long enough, I could
watch blossoms expand

early days

I like the early days
of budding spring when blooms
are hidden splashed random

know the names

It seems a minor
miracle to know the names
of flowering things.

Today's list of things to look up

Today's list of things to look up
includes the difference between

• hydrangeas and lilacs
• herons and cranes

hope like water

I feel sometimes like a cut
flower, slightly wilted, placed
again in water and revived by
liquid being pulled up
to stiffen the wilty bits, knowing
that someday I won't have
to try so hard.

the scent of heaven

Between the allergies and too many broken noses,
I miss out on many things, but even my battered
sense of smell can tell that

this
extravagantly blooming
tree

must give off something
very close
to the scent
of heaven.

I can still smell it

I wonder if the smell of the lilacs still hangs in that yard or if it's only the memory so strong that makes me think it's still there so long after all the flowers bloomed and died.

dead lilacs

The thing about lilacs
is that after they're dead
they still smell like heaven
for some time

imperfect

.
this is how spring kills:
branch dangles broken beneath
weight of blooming flowers
.