Last Monday (12th) was Prosery Monday on dVerse, where we were asked by Kim to write a piece of prose, not more than 144 words, using the following poetry line from Helen Dunmore's poem, entitled City Lilacs:
'…city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.'
The sun blinds as I walk around the city on this cold February day. The sky is that beautiful shade of blue found only in winter. Thinking of spring now is wishful. This far north, we won't see any signs of it until April, if we're lucky. Come May, however, everything seems in bloom.
I picture spring's progression: leaves budding on trees, snowdrops, grape hyacinths and crocus in full bloom just as tulips and daffodils peak up from near-solid earth, then seeming to pop up overnight. Finally, in early May, my favourites arrive. It doesn't matter if you are in the country or in the city: lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain, their pretty petals decorating sidewalks and paths.
I breathe in the cold air, knowing, in the blink of an eye, it will be lilac season again.
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