The Time of Lilacs

At winter end comes the time of lilac pubescent shoots tipped light green budding up and down each branch, young growth stretching, flexing new muscles ready and anxious to answer the call; a gentle but large white sun hangs low in the gray blued sky, spring comes as it often does every year around this time softly waking earth shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab until all is new again reborn to grow and blossom; only time, weathered and season worn anguishes to leave some mark; this aging earth draws from creation itself imagining its restart from memory as humanity appears to remain self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent until living in oblivion returns to see taking in the time of lilacs, natures bounty and beauty recharged.