Saturday, November 12, 2016

What the Lilac Was Not

The lilac was not lustrous,
but rather historic, alas, I did have to explain
each delicate trivet of color,
each satin sheen of purple, 
next to the rich plum and deep wood.

The flourishing variety of botanicals
beyond the velvet drapery,
through the meld of glass,
echoed its mystery,
a contrast to the century-old molded
plaster ceilings,
growing archaic with beauty.

Simply, the garden
unfolded through time
like a linen cloth,
with each dried flower held
in it as potpourri.

Emily Isaacson