Here's a little poem from Hayden Carruth, a New England poet who also appears to love lilac time.
The Beat
Well, I'm too much of a musician
To throw away the beat. After all
It's running in my head, that
Tsep-tsep-tsep of the tenor drum,
The bass riding easy beside it.
Obviously it's not the only
Way to walk, but it's how I
Walk, trucking along the land
Of lilacs in the springtime.
Get outside and enjoy the lilacs before they're gone, but, also, take some time to visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up. I'm willing to bet we're not the only blog celebrating spring and its flowers in poetry!
--Diane
Photo © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. As pretty as the white lilacs are, I think the purple ones have a richer scent.
2 comments:
Truck'n along -- lilacs nodding their heads to the beat. I can dig it!
Good choice for today, D!
J
I am totally keeping lilac time with this poem. Thank you fo it.
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