Lavender

On my way to you I pick lavender,
thread it into my hair with anxious fingers.
I like the way it smells of gentle, idle days.
That night you say that you like me in purple.
I lay the flower stem at your bedside.
Later, as I gather my discarded things,
I see that you have tucked it between two pages,
And hope that the scent will remind you of me.

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[Lisasview]

First read of yours Alice and I did so enjoy your thoughts.
I wrote a poem called Forevermore which includes thoughts of Lavender...I do think you might enjoy it.
Tucking lavender in-between pages is such a lovely thought..and in your hair...
Great!!!
Lisa, from American, now in Spain