Lilacs

When what we see invokes hopelessness

When what we hear leads us to grapple with fear

When what we taste and touch seems faded and surreal

We turn to our integral sense of smell.

A familiar scent awakens even implicit memories

Bringing forgotten scenes quickly to our awareness

Stirring up emotions from eras past

By simply walking into an invisible aromatic cloud.

The fragrance of lilacs causes us to pause for a moment

Halting our feet during evening promenades

To smell the sweet scent of these lacy purple blossoms

Growing in bunches of tiny flowers on robust bushes

Filling the atmosphere with delightful memories

Of springtimes past, all the way back to our youth

Like a dear friend reunited once again

Reminding us the value of a sense taken for granted.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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