Lilac Lane

A scrap of purple paper
and swoosh...
A magic carpet ride
to spring...

A lilac laden April lane;
a fragrance overload
to drown the senses.

Burgeoning beauty everywhere;
Dewy blossoms hanging low,
begging to be picked.

I walk in a perfumed cloud.
No earthbound feet are these.

The trials and trivia
of everyday
invade in vain,
slip into nothingness,

in my lilac lane.


Colleen Carroll Gordon

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