always look up

i had busied myself
cleaning out beds
of decaying leaves
head to ground
i turned the corner
carrying a bag of
last winter
and it caught
me
as i walked down
the alley
the smell
of lilacs
and i looked
up
and what greeted
me
was a lilac bush
whose upermost
being
was
violet bouncing
off of
warming sun
and
the scent
i pulled
down a branch
and
buried my
face in it.