See Me in the Lilacs
When a late freeze comes
I rush to cover the lilacs
that bloomed just yesterday
When an ice storm threatens
South Carolina's peaches,
we never blame the trees.
Why am I to blame,
choosing, as you say,
to repeat patterns?
Tell the lilac
to create fragrant blooms
despite her frozen limbs.
Tell the peach tree
to put the frost behind her
and make fruit without blossoms.
Tell the Star of Bethlehem
caught in the mower's blade
to rise like a Lazarus flower,
then return to me and say you understand.
Copyright © -2003 Tara Allan
All Rights Reserved.
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From "Stained Glass," a chapbook of poems by Tara Allan published by the Poet Tree Press. Tara has been bed-ridden with CFIDS for the several years. A creative as well as technical writer, she is the editor of the recently published "Shadow and Light; The Voice of CFIDS," an anthology of poems and letters by CFIDS patients, friends, and family.
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