Wednesday 11 July 2018

An Afternoon in Lavender





Waist deep in waves of purple
my feet bone dry.





Breathing the fresh taste
of mauve mountain streams
on a hillside
far from mountains.











Absorbed deep within
the meditation of bees
without the housing of a hive.

































The freshness clings like honey
soaks into my clothes
my skin
I carry the scent home with me
I am become lavender.