I slip off my shoes
To feel the soft
Tangled grass
Under my feet
As I walk in summer fields.
Purple blooms
Stand on slender stems
All around me.
The powdery scent of lavender
Drifts in the wind.
The same scent of lavender scented sachets
That my mother kept
Among her linens.
A reminder and an unspoken promise
Of sweet,
Serenity.
By J..Hamilton