Lilac Perfume
In bloom time when the roses blush,
When Spring flies by with its wet green rush,
When the sap is high and the moss is plush,
The scent of lilac faintly glides
Over the wind the butterfly rides.
The lilac reaches up the hill
To catch my wandering senses . Still,
To draw me down and back until
I remember and I cry
As if the wearer just walked by.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015
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