Heady Heights

Today’s poem is about that heady summer south of France feeling. Warmth, fragrance and hours of light combine to make the lavender feeling a sensual and evocative one. Raw nature at its best. Incroyable!

Lavender Fields

Late summer in my purple fields

The scent of romance lingers

Barefooted walks to me appeal

Hold bunches in loose fingers

There’s freedom in these high, dry fields

A wildfire in the making

To summer lust I long to yield

My lilac buds awakening

A stillness in my fragrant fields

Like lullabies they’re lilting

The times this lavender has healed

And stopped my soul from wilting!

Late summer in my purple fields

The cicadas are buzzing

This floral feeling has been sealed

Ripe fields of summer loving

Photo : https://www.aarp.org/travel/travel-tips/international/info-2017/provence-attractions.html

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