The first time I smelled lilac blooms,
Was at a hotel in Oregon.
The lilacs draped a wall
separating the hotel car park
from a nature preserve.
I returned as often as I could
to walk beside the delicate scent
held in that narrow space.
The fragrance was thick like fog,
yet airy, floating gently like bubbles on the air.
And it was pure, without the undertones
found in bath salts or perfume—
wonderfully sweet, but not cloying.
That corridor between the trees
lining the wetlands and a car park,
was like a small room hugged around
with that delicate scent.
For the casual visitor, it was
a bit of heaven dropped to earth.
#NaturePoetry #Lilacs
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