by Kevin T McEneaney

When scent of lilacs lilt in Spring air,

it’s time to retrieve pick-ax, spade, and hoe

to plant various seeds, tubers, and bushes.

Working in mellow drizzle of droplets

one feels a deep, mysterious kinship

with dark, loaming dirt beneath one’s fingers.


Scent of magnolia, pear, apple blossom

ride cool air in wafting currents, moments

that tickle memory of childhood years,

recalling intense anticipation,

communion with damp earth that black ants own.

The bursting buds of maple, oak, and birch

trumpet that renewal of life and joy:

clouds vanish disclosing dazzling, deep blue!