Tag: lilac

the shrouded garden

silence sinks it feet in ground plants itself humble in the words (da Costa) There is a garden that enshrouds you I was there the other day bagging a leaf mold harvest where the sycamore shook itself like a dog and even without saffron robes…

Mournful in lilac

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? and the poppy-petalled metaphysics? I’ve neither imagination nor Mediterranean mind for such a question – only the Norse notion that pastel and bold never mix that Syringa Springs are all the more sweet paving the way…