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4.03.2014

(my) Season of Lilac

artist:  Unknown
Season of Lilac

in april you come to me again in lilac
fall on my cheek like rain
take my hair like wind.

it is the sense of you the heat
brings in august, when life glistens
on skin and earth's deep smell climbs
high, bursting the veins of leaves
with the kind of joy birds know
as night cocoons  to day, seasons turning

and december falls with the clear breath of you
sweetened ice on my tongue;

fall is the time when days drift
to sea to smother sand with damp wings
and your eyes touch fire, causing spark.

the seasons are full with you
the calendar rattles its leaves
for a glimpse of time's reflection
racing through my blood -
leaves fall, grass strains for wind
the soggy sky shakes itself dry
like a dog in from the snow to the fire
and love climbs like smoke
seeking its own level.

in april, then, you come to me in lilac
fall on my cheek like warm rain
take my hair like gentle wind
call me to lie down in fragrance.

~Dave Margoshes

xxx

8 comments:

red dirt girl said...

a sweet gift of a poem from my sweet Soub!
xxxxx

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Sweet, at all levels.

Adullamite said...

Lovely picture!!!

Lee said...

Beautiful...it's reminiscent of the wonderful :This Is My Beloved" written by Walter Benton.

I have the LP of it also with the late Laurence Harvey doing the narration...absolutely wonderful.

Inspector Clouseau said...

Ah haaah. YOU'RE BACK. For a while there, I thought that you were gone...

It's good to hear from you again. I, for one, missed you. We need you.

goatman said...


Yes, lilacs a scenting
peepers peeping and
reddwing blackbirds talking
with grass a growing and
geese a flowing in the sky
love is in the air

SL said...

Lovely poem and even more lovely gift. Hi RDG!

bulletholes said...

lovely textures! Hi Red!