The Last Lilac Blossoms

The Last Lilac Blossoms

Late June and finally
the last lilac blossoms
spread their florets wide
to find languorous release

in a constant whir of bees’
wings and the lavish bump
and grind of swaying bodies
grown drunk on the nectar

and dusty with pollen they
wallow in to imbibe all through
the long afternoons while
the wind gathers fragmented
fragrance for an evening to come
sighing under a pale full moon.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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3 Responses to The Last Lilac Blossoms

  1. bussokuseki says:

    Beautiful, as is so often the case with your work. Lilacs are captivating, indeed – thank you for framing them so well… Be well~


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