That lavender time again II

It’s really quite strange
but this time last year
I picked all my lavender
and posted right here
On this very same day
In the mid-July sun
when the first set of flowers
were ready and done

First Lavender II

Summer brings a fragrance
which is heaven in a scent
Sweet lavender, my saving grace
my senses to augment

A little box of heaven

I have a little box of heaven
which I’m watching carefully
As I’ve nurtured every seedling
as you would quite naturally

And yes, I know they’re on the small side
but they’re growing all the time
So I’m confident that fairly soon
I’ll be rewarded with a sign

Little Lavenders

We bought some little lavenders
they arrived once in the post
Came as little seedling plugs
in compost, playing host
At first they were quite tiny
but we put them in the sun
And even though they’re still quite small
I think the time has come

Last Lavender – tanka

Yet, as winter comes
the last lavender remains
Born of the summer
it stands, poignant to remind
us of warmth now lost to chill

Lavender – Acrostic Poem

Poetry challenge: ACROSTIC POEM



Lo and behold
A purple miracle in the clay pot
Vanished in an instant are
Evil landscapes and

Lavender for a smile

Yes, I know it looks lovely
in the sunshine out there
But, cropped now its fragrance
is filling the air
So, for double the pleasure
I have a lavender pile
Whilst outside there’s new growth
with crop two for a smile

That lavender time again

I’m capturing the summer
on this fine sunshine day
With a little bit of lavender
to keep the blues away

A little bit of magic

I plucked a little bit
of magic from the air
as it waited for me patiently
in the sunlight just out there
It carried a pure fragrance
which I cherished with a smile
as I put it in my pocket
to carry for a while

Lavender Nirvana

Found my lavender nirvana
down near Chichester today
A field of purple flowers
gave me heaven by the way
With intoxicating fragrance
and the sound of honey bees
There were tears of joy at just the sight
As I fell down to my knees

And Lavender…

One would think that for my birthday
something yellow would appear
Yet though that’s my favourite colour
Something else gives better cheer

When it’s hot, I am

I am part of the sunshine
It’s warmth lifts my soul
It revitalises and
with it I’m whole

My Lavender

 

My lavender hides a memory
deep within its scent
One of when the days were warm
and full of good intent
It’s a fragrance steeped in whimsy
which conjures up a smile
as in these winter days I breathe
its aroma in a while

Capturing summer

 

I can capture the summer
in small fragrant parcels
to hang there in wardrobes
or languish in drawers

Lavender gathering

 

Gathering in the lavender
with little purple flowers
Heady fragrance everywhere
and all this perfume ours

First Lavender

 

First lavender cropped and in a box
on the kitchen table
Sweet and heady perfume aired
as only it is able
My lavender harvest looking good
A bumper crop this year
Exuding fragrance all around
and filling all with cheer

Lovely III

Cabbage white on my lavender
fluttering about
It’s lovely out here
and I’d glad I am out
So warm in the sunshine
on this wonderful day
the middle of summer
with wildlife at play

New lavender

New lavender in my garden
In the space beside the pond
It is fragrant and delicious
But delicate still in frond

At the eve II

At the eve of this day
I will lie back in lavender
and there will be evening sunshine
and a deep breath of contentment
and there I will find a smile

Last Lavender

 

Summer’s gone from garden now
But there’s still a small trace left
Last lavender braced against the chill
But looks a tad bereft

Lavender Surprise

 

Late summer lavender
Outside in sun
Pleasant surprise
As season is done

Lavender

 

I love lavender

It is summer in a smell

You can have it in the garden

And inside in bags as well

Rise

I remain awake to see the first light of day,

To peep silently, my face upraised, seeking blessing

Of the soft lavender glow that bathes the land

The dawn chases the tired shadows of the night

As the spearing rays gently tuck away

The loitering stars that still remain,

I breathe in the freshness of a day reborn