I grow peace in the purple sweet
of lavender, in hardy roots that find power in their home soil, in bee-kissed
blooms that scent cloud and sky. I chant of birthing green, of filling bellies,
of calming dreams. I touch my cheek to lavender sprigs… and skin-to-leaf, we
share our wants and needs. I sing to them of foresting stories in the soothing
dark, plants hum to me of seeds in the sun and of rain in the night. I grow
peace in the purple sweet of lavender, resting in scent, in color, in life.
photo by Heather Ford, on Unsplash
- yesterday, the Northern Hemisphere celebrated the Autumn Equinox. I spent it collecting seeds from my garden, and hoping for gentler days for the world (for my flesh and bones, too).
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #45: War and Peace.