Lavender fields

Thinking of flowers as fall sets it’s sights on the world.

Peace, Love and Patchouli

Somewhere there lies a place

of peace and waving fields

rows of lavender

under the Tuscan sun.

I hear it call like long a lost lovers whisper,

come back to me,

come home

to a place you’ve never been.

Wine flows like a river of clear white water

and cheese nestles next to olive stuffed pleasantries,

and fresh warm bread melding into the moment

with the scent of comfort

rising in the air.

We shall sit there

amongst the quiet fields,

my color of choice,

like a waving carpet

shades of Violet, lavender edibles to the eye

short of plum,

nothing else is missing

except for being there at this moment,

while a thousand miles away

we sit beneath our own piece of the sun,

and the only thing missing is that particular shade

of loveliness,  joy, and the experience and scent

of lavender on the wind.

thoughts on this…

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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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