The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
This week's sparkle are the beautiful lilacs filling the air that surrounds me as I walk each morning.
They only stay around for such a short while, but it is a smell that I always embrace each Spring.
Have a wonderful Holiday Weekend!