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by MARILYN MARIE WOLTER
PRECIOUS MOMENT IN TIME........
LUCIOUS LAVENDER LILAC'S
ANNOUNCING SPRING..
IN THE VERY HEART
OF THESE MISSOURI OZARKS...................
That moment when sweet tiny buds appear..
reaching upward tenderly toward the heavely sunshine of early morning....
Drinking in the moisture of the dew..breathing in the fresh clear clean air of dawning...........
Where robins race to sings the first strong note of the day...
calling all the other winged creatures to view the sunrise.......
bringing forward all the redbirds...
to swing and sway upon the branches of these old Lilac Bushes here beside the open window...
Each year it is wonder to know if the March winds will come first..
or..the hail...the toronado..
the crippling heat of an off kilter day
when coolness should prevail...but is asleep
and if those aromatic bloosoms will flourish or be swept away..
or wither on the vine.....weeping lavender tear-drops...
And oh how my heart longs to see those lavender and white sturdy flowers grow to gigantic sizes pushing aside the heavy deep green leaves of spring......
To feel a gentle rain..breathe in the fragrance of each lovely individual bud and feel the soft lacy touch of the bloom........
To awake by day to such splendor, to go to rest each night with muggy lavender lilac's brushing against the screen and closing for the day...with love...
Rushing out each day to gather a bunch...just right for this neighbor or that....
or to fill a vase and remember the yesterday's ......
the friends no longer here this spring...
the new baby on the street...
or a lovely day in youth when romance filled every waking second...
before life became life..before rush became so hurried......
no one even noticed......the lavish hue's...
AS I lay me down I wonder what the morning brings.....
for the casino of living in this day....
Will there be Lilac's...sweet and heavy on the vine...
or only the reminder's of struggling little bud's trying their best to be their very best for the Master...................
and blessing us with beauty rare................
a fragrant silent prayer.........
of hope.........................
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