ValueChaser Posted December 23, 2009 Share Posted December 23, 2009 Summer of the Lilacby John C. PaschalisThe tranquil days of that Southern summer are gone.I no longer weave baskets of fern leaves and lilac petals, but I still sow the silts of your favorite canal with seeds.Your smile, despite these long years, still drowns me with nourishment. Beneath your blue eyes, its beauty rains on me, like drops on parched dirt from which a lilac tree sprouts.In those days, I dreamed that a family of earthbound angels laced the canal silts with ambrosia. I imagined that you furrowed into the warm feathers of a cherub, his inviolate wings carrying you safely over the water.And when you landed, water nymphs swam to the surface and crowned you with a garland of lily pads.Longing to be like that cherub, I lifted you to a windowsill, where you marveled at a kitten splashing in a gray puddle of rainwater. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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