Once Again [CTPWC]

Lilac blossoms lie rusted.
The spring rains have lost their
power to perfect their blooms.

Brushy skeletons
scratch against the house,
painting shadows obscene.

A breeze breaks
the afternoon silence
as they rattle their defense.

Petals on the ground.
they made no sound on their descent,
their fragrance all poured out.

Beauty is fleeting
to those who only see,
an unappreciated thing
to those who don't feel.