Friday, May 14, 2010

Bittersweet Buds

Tonight I picked lilacs in the dark.  Choosing the opening buds from the glow of a streetlight.  The tight snap of twigs and a fistful of branches.

I was filled with a panic.  Their faint smell calling me as I stepped from my car.  The season is gone so quickly.  Those shades of purple drying into soft browns.  The hedge that runs the length of my alley.

I needed to collect them in handfuls.  Rinse the mason jars in my cupboard and spread them around.  Bring them inside.  They remind me, every year, that time goes too fast.


Allison said...

We have lilacs in our yard too and I wish they would stay all summer. They smell so nice.

All my favourite flowers don't last - like my grandmother's irises are about to bloom. They don't last either.

Allison said...

P.S. Now I have "Lilac Wine" by Jeff Buckley stuck in my head.

Tall said...

This is so beautiful.