Lavender
sunlight’s taste of tart lemons
against pressed shut eyelids
wakes Lavender
to the dry heated day
sweet treated sway
of the low, bound oak limbs
and starry eyed prim-rose.
snake-ish and slow
slow is the waking, breaking from dreams.
And does Lavender’s making, praying seem
selfish
or stowing
of self-centered desires
but they are none of which
A Lavender color can acquire.