Last Year's Lilacs

This day is ever mine to live again.

Though wind and rain in fury may deform

And mutilate, I shall remember when

A timid rainbow stopped a month of storm.

This gentle month is mine, and in the fall

When cold winds shriek and chill of frost invites

My thoughts to winter fens, I shall recall

Rose-syllabled, soft-spoken summer nights.

I have stored cradle moons--performing duty--

With coral dawns, a robin's crystal bars,

The sighs of aspens ... From my garnered beauty

I can give last year's lilacs and bright stars.