Back in Phoenix.

Back in the sun and heat.

But I sure loved seeing the lilacs out back in Massachusetts.

Whenever I see the lovely fragrant purple flower against green grass and gray skies it’s like someone turned a key and unlocked a door back to my youth when we had two large lilac bushes astride the walkway leading up to our front porch. We also had a white lilac tree near the woods in our backyard. The white lilacs aren’t quite as fragrant, but they’re pretty nonetheless.

Upon a Lilac Sea
To toss incessantly
His Plush Alarm
Who fleeing from the Spring
The Spring avenging fling
To Dooms of Balm

Hat tip: Poetry Online.

Come to think of it, my grandparents had a huge lilac bush by their bedroom window at their house in Woburn. I think that’s how a lot of folks planted them back then – so they could get the fragrance outside their open window.