Lavender Fields

a poem by Christine Anne Shaw, UK

One day I'll walk in lavender,
hip deep amid the scented fields
where flower heads on long spiked stems
look up at me. A white hat shields

my sight from blazing sun. My skin
aglow from heat and on my arm
a wicker basket filled with blooms
will add to all the fragrant charm.

And all that I can see ahead,
a never ending purple sheet.
A sea, alive with working bees,
a royal carpet at my feet.

And who will be my company?
My dear, I fear it won't be you.
A veil obscures, you do not see
there's Heaven in the morning dew.

Wet, wetter, wettest
A Bouquet of Nature's Best
Walking in the wood

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