Lilacs grow like weeds
Appearing in new places,
A sweet purple tide.

Two wooden lawn chairs
Sitting as in communion
Reflect their owners.

It's darker than dusk;
Not a break in the thick sky.
Breeze carries sweetness.

Little white puff balls
Flowing out across the lawn:
Dandelion waves.









Eerie soft whirring--
Bicyclist whizzes past me
Whispering passage.

Flowers are humming;
Petals are shaking and trembling.
The bees are a blur.

Gone are the shadows;
Sharpness of sunlight gave way
To subdued softness.

Solitary drop
Lands, wet and cool, on my nose--
Instant refreshment.