Yes, I "do" poetry, always have!
Tonight's offering:

Two days of July warmth in late April
Pushed the ancestral lilacs into early bloom
White and pale purple against dark green
Profuse on the hillside behind the house.
They perfume the neighborhood with heady scent
And though the cooler temperature returned
I can stand outside at night and deeply inhale
The lush promise of summer's heat to come
Of Victorian sachets and lace handkerchiefs
Of Decoration Days past, and the current spring
All present above and below the sharper smells
Of fresh-mown grass and modern life.

by me.