My Song of the Lilac

(With apologies to Louise Imogen Guiney)

Oh, the fragrant smell.
Oh, the sound of wind blowing through them.
Oh, the feel of newborn buds.
Ick, the taste. It's just icky.
Oh, the beauty---sweet lavendar, pure white.
It's here, caught in a May breeze, that I learn why Granny loved them... so very, very much.