To Lavender's Gifts 

The breeze will lift you
to lavender’s gifts.
The bees? Admit two,
those pollen spendthrifts.
Peace be upon you;
go steady, mend rifts.
Gentle breeze blows through
memories. It sifts
burrs and thorns into
garden corners. Shift
direction. North. True.
Lavender’s breeze drifts;
It swaddles to soothe.

© CGT, 2019.

Poetry from a different lifetime.

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