An Impromptu Shrine

Lilacs in full bloom;
Fragrance will last forever;
(Or 'til tomorrow)












At base of the tree
Dandelions and violets--
An impromptu shrine.

Last forsythias
Bloom singly among the dead.
Soon they will turn brown.












Merry month of May
And fresh buds are a blooming.
(Another cliché)

Against the blue sky
Small drops of white lilacs hang,
Shining in the sun.









Prehensile fingers
Hang above the forest floor:
Baby ancient ferns.












Climbing the mailbox
Next to Christmas ornaments--
Shiny green ivy.

Pickup pulls away;
My friend Samvid stopped to chat,
Then, whoosh, he drives off.