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.

©️ Obol, 2019.

Poetry from a different lifetime.

4 thoughts on “To Lavender’s Gifts 

      1. I seem to hover around (between?) cosmic and nature themes. I’ve got a bunch more nature-oriented work in the archives, so I’m happy to see that you appreciate it. More to come! Thanks again

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