Lilac

You arrived in a morning hush,

silent and sure, while I still dreamed in shadow.

I saw you flutter in the morning rain, then tilt your face to greet the sun.

And I was suddenly moved

memories budding bright and sudden

Of springtime love: fragrant and honest, renewed each year, but lost in autumn and the snow.

I once searched for you

in sleepless nights, tossing in the cold.

But now I see, you were always there, just outside the garden, waiting gently with me, like flowers before they bloom.