"Well, hello, Little Lady," Spring announces with the tip of a hat, "did ya notice me?"
Well, yes, it's warmer than usual, so I felt it Didn't see it until the scent caught me, a lasso pulled taut, making me back-step a few paces until yes, I noticed
Rich purple bloom clusters hang like oversized Christmas ornaments on short, shrubby trees
Inhaling her sweet scent isn't necessary she's everywhere even if you aren't standing near her
Texas mountain laurel
she's like lilac, but instead of dainty heels, she wears boots with spurs
she's like lilac, but with attitude don't mess with her like ya don't mess with Texas
Don't underestimate her strength underneath all her beauty she snaps spring to attention drawing honeybees into her presence her signature scent announcing
Wow! I love this poem you have created and the way you personify this lovely lilac-like flower. Looks a bit like wisteria? Love the verse: “she’s like lilac, but instead of dainty heels, she wears boots with spurs.” Very cool.
Thank you, Heidi. I enjoy playing with figurative language and it worked for this piece. It does look a bit like wisteria. The scent on sites I read describe it grape Kool-Aid, but I disagree. It smells more like lilac that packs a punch and I love lilac.
She is GORGEOUS, and I’m glad and grateful you introduced me to her. She does bear a striking resemblance to lilac, one of my other favorite springtime friends.
I love your imagery of doing a double-take when you smelled the blooms:
“Didn’t see it until the scent caught me, a lasso pulled taut, making me back-step a few paces until yes, I noticed”
I can picture you, walking along in whatever thoughts you had, when that scent stopped you in your tracks.
Hi Lainie! I also love lilac. There were three lilac (must have been a variety similar to true lilac that can grow in the Tx Panhandle) bushes in the yard at my childhood home. When I moved to central Texas, I discovered Tx mountain laurel and it has become my favorite sign of spring.
Hey Alice, if you hadn’t figured out that we’re in neighboring cities yesterday, I would have at least figured out that we were somewhere nearby today. I love mountain laurels.
“Didn’t see it until the scent caught me,
a lasso pulled taut,
making me back-step a few paces
until yes,
I noticed”
Such a good description of what I’ve been experiencing the last couple of weeks as I smell the mountain laurels before I see them and then have to circle around to find them.
Nerds Beget Nerds 
Wow! I love this poem you have created and the way you personify this lovely lilac-like flower. Looks a bit like wisteria? Love the verse: “she’s like lilac, but instead of dainty heels, she wears boots with spurs.” Very cool.
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Thank you, Heidi. I enjoy playing with figurative language and it worked for this piece. It does look a bit like wisteria. The scent on sites I read describe it grape Kool-Aid, but I disagree. It smells more like lilac that packs a punch and I love lilac.
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Such fun figurative language! Favorites include the scent with its lasso pulled taut, the boots with spurs, and of course the attitude!
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Thanks! I’d love a pair of purple cowboy boots with blooms embroidered all over them.
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She is GORGEOUS, and I’m glad and grateful you introduced me to her. She does bear a striking resemblance to lilac, one of my other favorite springtime friends.
I love your imagery of doing a double-take when you smelled the blooms:
“Didn’t see it until the scent caught me,
a lasso pulled taut,
making me back-step a few paces
until yes,
I noticed”
I can picture you, walking along in whatever thoughts you had, when that scent stopped you in your tracks.
Beautiful.
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Hi Lainie! I also love lilac. There were three lilac (must have been a variety similar to true lilac that can grow in the Tx Panhandle) bushes in the yard at my childhood home. When I moved to central Texas, I discovered Tx mountain laurel and it has become my favorite sign of spring.
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Hey Alice, if you hadn’t figured out that we’re in neighboring cities yesterday, I would have at least figured out that we were somewhere nearby today. I love mountain laurels.
“Didn’t see it until the scent caught me,
a lasso pulled taut,
making me back-step a few paces
until yes,
I noticed”
Such a good description of what I’ve been experiencing the last couple of weeks as I smell the mountain laurels before I see them and then have to circle around to find them.
You’ve captured their essence so well!
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Hi Sharon, they are my favorite (and why don’t I have one in my yard?) I look forward to my afternoon walks just so I can smell them.
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