I Draw The Lilac..

 ...and it moves, the buds open and I am forced to use my memory of its previous looks.
Everything turns out o.k.
It is purple and when I stared long enough I started seeing streaks of  magenta upon its petals.

bits of yellow are reflecting and somehow it gets captured.
The black page gets filled in my head and on the paper.

Bits of pencil leads are stuck to my skin.

I finish my drawing and get some tea despite the fact it is 90 something oustisde.
Last week it frosted and I wonder if perhaps this was only a dream.

It wasn't it was all real.