Change
(A haiku)

End of spring lilacs
Delicate azure blanket
Sign of coming birth

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Cerulean Lilacs
(An acrostic sonnet)

Cerulean lilacs, fragrant and fair,
early to bud after winter's sharp bite,
rising slowly in the morning's warm light,
usher in a season of springtime air.
Leaves budding out from the forest's great trees,
elated birds singing their cheerful tunes,
and gentle rainstorms in the afternoons -
native blue lilacs witness each of these.
Living long through the season of rebirth,
indigo lilacs slowly fade away,
leaving petals in a royal display
as they fall against summer's sun-kissed earth.
Cerulean lilacs, spring's mild omen,
serving the turning of the Wheel again.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Tenebrae, in the year 507 AD.