The Lavender Bush

The Lavender Bush 

The Lavender Bush that has awoken from her slumber 

taken from winters grasp, blossoms from the cold just as I have.

Her delicate nature reminds me of an innocent beauty so fresh and so sweet. 

She is gentle...she is kind.

A kind yet so ordinary, takes me back to a time of child like wonder. 

My innocence is born again with the smell of lilac and memories so precious so few.

I am told to run my tiny hands through the lavender.

Being ever so careful of the bee friends admiring the scent as well. 

The smell of lavender now lives on with me and through me.

My innocence has faded into the many days I've lived and nights I've slept. 

Yet the lavender bush continues to grow each spring and somehow deep

down I try to believe my innocence never died. 

 

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

This is perfectly lovely,nothing false or pretentious about it, just sheer love and admiration for one of our most loved plants. Lavender is quiet and calming, even the bees buzz contentedly among it perfumed heads

[Emily L]

Thank you so much Stella, I'm happy we share the same love for the plant

[KCthelastboyscout]

A beautiful transition from winter to spring.Reading this reaches into your soul and gives it comfort.what an amazing pleasure to read

[Emily L]

Thank you as always KC

[Abby]

Instantly added to my library.
There's something so calming and peaceful about the tone of this poem. I absolutely love it.

[Emily L]

I'm so happy to hear that Abby. Glad you liked it. Thank you for your kind words!

[Abby]

No problem. Would love to see more of these!