The
Grayson Wolf Walker Poetry Collection

Syringa Perserva
for Grandma Wolf

Pale lilac, adrift in the summer breeze, but not alone
A life in motion renders not a home unknown
Through the fairest skies and darkest nights, your tale unfolds
Only ever can a flower blossom as it goes

Wealthy in memories worth more than the pennies
No matter how many, no matter how heavy 
Experience richer than darkest of chocolate 
Unpolished, the rawest emotions involved in

Conceptions adventure advents in the best of us 
Who we are is what’s left when nothing’s left of us 
Messages carried on gusts of the wind relay 
All of the sorrows your presence has kept at bay

Your petals are still open to the rays of possibility 
Adapting to the seasons to the best of your ability 
Counting out how many have elapsed seems to me arbitrary  
Your petals still so vivid, you don’t make it look so hard to carry

So much I could glean from your multitudes of memories 
One day, I might hope to leave another what you’ve left with me
Say, lilac still adrift above in the summer breeze
What fortune I must have that you have drifted over me