The Lavender buzzes and breathes its scent to the trees and passersby catch the breeze, sunrise glows worries flee
For this moment 'I can breathe', beauty frees to pause, reflect, enjoy, and deflect the heavy stench of death.
It's a roundabout grief, it catches up with you standing in the middle choosing to remain affectable
To suffering; to sunlight and the beauty and life, entering the dance of lavender and bees pollinating.
Lavender waits all winter, it's roots dormant, until the ground thaws and warmth renews and the purple florets burst forth, life-giving.
Entertaining the tension of hope.