Lilac

Sweet, soft,
The scent to fill your lungs,
The morning light that streams down,
To break apart the shifting shade,
The silhouette of the maple leaves.

Prickly grass adorned with yellow dandelions,
Its reflection turned azure blue,
With soft floating clouds.
Air adorned with laughter and twittering songs,
The rustling leaves. This music –
It’s for this day.

The swirling beauty,
Ash toned bark stands stark against blue,
Clack of croquette.
Green Leaves adorned by white, purples, reds, blues –
The beauty of this way.

Eyes close –
This shadowing growing.
Please ebb, my day don’t end.
This beauty of the past,
Wrapped in deep purple and blue,
White and pale lavenders.
The scent of the day.
This thing of fantasy.
Lilac purples to my dreams.

Author notes

This needs a lot of work and a lot of buffering and smoothing. I had another idea for this poem to go... I'll probably write it later and make corrections to this one...