Bringing Mae Flowers

There’s a lilac tree nearby.

I smell it on the wind that blows

Softly-

Enough to carry a scent

But not enough to make the windchimes

Sing with the sparrows and the chickadees.

Or maybe it’s the jasmine 

That lingers on my skin and 

Evaporates

Into the setting sun.

Twilight is fleeting and snow is

As likely to fall as petals in the spring.

The canyon winds will take a breath,

And the day birds will return to their nests.

The moment must end so the night can begin-

But it can last forever in a poem.