lost in lilac

lilacs surround me,
colour, perfume,
fill my senses,
peace touches me,
I see visions of the long
road ahead,
covered with lilacs, and rose petals,
intertwined with lavender,
potpourri, the scent
really infuses me,
a gentle voice from above
whispers to my inner being,
surrounding me with hope,
holding my hand along journey
leaving my imprints as I go,
yes, Im lost in lilacs.

next summers apples

Its winter, alls quite,
the apple seeds are
being quitely nurtured,
deep inside,
touched by the coolness,
I see a mist from my window,
but a sweet soft whisper
says, look again,
you will see the apples
there just waiting,
for the coming summer,
then you will see the ripest fruits
of the Spirit, being watered and nurtured
so when you look out your window,
there you will see next summers apples.

Vicki Thornton June 2009