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.
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2 comments:

  1. Unknown13 July 2018 at 09:44

    That is beautiful and evocative and full of imagery. Reminds me of Norfolk Lavender fields.

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