Lilac Trust

I’ve come to my place of early nurture
to drink the milk of renewal,
to gaze on skies the girlchild loved:
cumulus clouds a-sailing
through the bluest of blue
above the pine and mulberry tree,
above the maple branches.

The thrusting of dandelion root,
(and after her bright yellow smile,
the dreams of dandelion wishes)
bring me home to my early heart.
Hidden along the riverbank
the flower of the fairies, lily-of-the-valley
brings me back to beginnings.

And oh, are there any words
to tell my love of lilacs,
my joy at revisiting them?
Their scent is a fountain
cleansing me from nose to toes.
The curtain of purple blossoms
starts me over again in trust.

©Susa Silvermarie 2025