Lilacs

Lilacs
“We are ghosts in Victorian gowns, lilac apparitions with parasols…” Simone Muench

lilacs droop in the rain.
their scent mingles with the scents of honeysuckle.
I remember the lilacs in the garden of our family’s home,
stretching up to just beneath the
third floor windows.
I used to hang out of those windows
touching the tips of the blooms
bringing my hand up to my nose.
lilacs in the moonlight –
intoxicating to a child –
intoxicating to an adult.
I remember those lilacs
dancing in the soft May breezes.
I remember those lilacs
scenting the rooms of that house
like the ghosts of young girls
drifting past luring you to follow,
to dance with them in the moonlight.
I remember those lilacs.

 

 

Haibun: Chijitsu

The word “chijitsu” is one of those beautifully specific Japanese words that means “lingering day”.  Haibun have no titles.  They are factual accountings of an event or time in one’s life.  They are always finished with a haiku;  there is always a seasonal word in haiku otherwise, it isn’t.  For day 17 in Nannernanner and the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.

The air as warm as bathwater – the last part of the day is filled with birdsong. A soft breeze blows and gently moves the new yellow-green leaves on the trees. Through the trees I watch the red ball of fire that is the setting sun slowly hanging on to the day. Except for the birds it is silent. No sounds of traffic or neighbors mowing lawns, no sounds of children playing – simple silence. I love this part of the day almost as much as I love the night. The brash sun mutes itself to soft grey. The smell of lilac fills my being and I breathe deeply. Soon it will be night but I enjoy this lingering day until the skies become cobalt and filled with stars.
lingering day –
the day prepares for sleep –
birds tell goodnight tales

 

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