Lilacs are poetry
their color music,
their sent the story of Spring’s
lacy gardens with wide lawns for
cart-wheeling, swinging, and racing
a waggle tailed white and brown dog
for playing tag with freckled-faced cousins.
The sweet dappled shade
under the lilac bush is the Home
we dive for to be the first
to announce to the world
I’m Safe!
© Carol Carlisle 2012
It’s Poetry Month!
Light Words 
How did you know purple is my favorite color? (oh yes, the little quiz) At any rate, I absolutely love the different shades of purple and violet.
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I must admit I keep looking at the colors in this photo, too. I believe I have post cards of it. Glad you like it. C
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You grabbed my heart with the phto of lilacs.:) Beautiful words!
-Jennifer
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Thank you, 🙂
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Lilacs are my favorite flower, and I haven’t seen them in twenty years. When I became an adult, I moved south from the midwest and they don’t grow here. 😦 Thank you for the lovely poem about them.
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I grew up in the midwest too and was so happy a friend is growing them in her yard here in California. So glad I could bring back sweet memories. 🙂
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Glad your friend is growing them in her yard. I forgot to mention that I loved the photo too. 🙂
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lilacs, ah yes, the sight and smell them say enjoy the outdoors. great image and words. You captured the joy of lilacs!
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Joy of lilacs, yes they do seem to create a wonderful world around themselves, and we just visit. Carol
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Beautiful Picture!! Lilac’s are one of my favorite.
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Wonderful poem, Carol! I remember those backyard games so well. Especially when all the cousins were visiting! Great times! Nicely done.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/do-you-believe-in-magic/
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