Lilac tree, very pretty...

Sit awhile in my lofty arms,

morning sun warms my velveteen chair 

Tiny faces debuting yawn -
From violet to thistle to eggplant to plum,

lacy blossoms flounce ruffled skirts,

hang from my branches nicely turned

Hummingbirds dash by your cheek blush rose,

seek out my romantic fragrance to drown in

Bees kick up pollen powder for 

your shiny pug nose 

Seasonal rains nourish me; 

stout leaves serve as suitable aircraft, 

exchanging seeds with other corner gardens

Swallows return to see petals 

falling to the ground below, 

providing soft landing for angels arriving on whispers

So place my blooms in a vase...
or in your auburn hair with a bow  

Fellow writer Samuel Peralta told us about ancient poetic riddles today....we are writing our own either 
in the old or the newer way! for dversepoets.com  I wrote about being a lilac tree...