Inflorescence

The lilacs are in bloom
and I feel myself regressing
to that little paneled room
where I spent so much time guessing
uncertain what would loom
and clueless what a blessing
those days devoid of gloom
would seem when life's distressing

I miss those sunny days
and the raw, untainted wonder
reflected in the rays
and pealing like the thunder
arriving with the Mays
when I was growing, under
the spell of scented ways
that made me less a blunder.