a pungent French cake
made of lavender essence
tastes like my hand soap
Tag: lavender
Mother’s Lavender
Give me a pocket of lavender
Is what I bid as you run out to play
And before the sun sets
I’ll anticipate the sway
Of your proud little body
On its way home
Thirst
Honey bee stroking
Buds of purple lavender
Hopes for quicker bloom
Out of Time
The lavender blooms
On the edge of red autumn
A late arrival
RED GLADIOLA 