Blossoms Of A Year

Heavenly lilacs spread their hearts 
In the gild of Spring,
Waiting for the sun
To warm their souls
From winter's provincial hold,
Biding their time to be bitten
By some honey bee;
Thy beauty prowls 
From each passing fence row,
Peerless in awe, matchless in splendor,
Thy revival radiance 
Ever fulfilling this sententious aesthete, 
And thine eyes of entrenchment 
That pluck and plunder 
Thy visage of exclusive pulchritude;
May your perennial glory
Warm each season 
With perpetual unguarded repose.

- John Hardesty