LAVENDER BLOOM

Engulfed. Mouth.

I knelt by the lavender,

its spires swaying like prayers

whispered into the vastness.

I took a single stem�"

twisting gently, releasing its secret�"

a breath of calm, a song of dusk.

The air turned fragrant and slow,

as though the world itself

paused to inhale.

Above, the first stars gathered

in their eternal councils,

while the trees nodded knowingly.

And there, beneath the unfolding sky,

I became a part of it all�"

the pulse of the earth,

the quiet celebration of being alive.

The bloom spoke no words,

yet it taught me everything:

how to let go,

how to linger,

how to trust the night.

:: 11.20.2024 ::

Author's Note

Golden rain.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The entirety of this beautiful poem played out in slow motion before my eyes. I am very fond of lavender, it is so calming and its scent reassuring. I felt at one with nature after reading. Many thanks EPR. Good to read you again.