A thread of lilacs winds through my life,
Recalling all that gentle awkward yearning
Withe the unconscious gravity they still contain.
And still when the lilacs are in bloom,
You will find a bowlful in my room–
Withe deep greene heart shaped leaves spilling over
Into my blown Brown hair.
Ever their vivacious bloom takes my mind to Kew–
And I am endlessly reminded of
Life, and love, and London, and
Lilacs.