Stopping to smell the lilacs
Ephemeral Bliss
By Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Stopping to smell the lilacs
On a drizzly evening stroll,
My chances are numbered
Before they have to go.
I catch the aroma on the light breeze drifting by
I inhale deeply as I close my eyes, head tilted toward the sky.
Stopping to smell the lilacs
Something I wait all year for
I better get my time in
Before they've faded to memory evermore.
I'll never get over the ephemeral nature of this act,
And come time it's over, I'll be longing ‘til they're back.
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