Love & Lavender
By Erica Jade
A story written
once or twice before -
looking up to the sky
while he’s looking at you.
Love and lavender,
blue and vast -
sun freckles made through straw hats.
Green hills, park benches,
solo purple chair -
blushing cheeks
with the warmth of his loving stare.
Fleeting moments stilled
through light and glass,
anticipation and promise -
A ring around
the fall you’re already in.
I like when life surprises you
with its simplistic pleasures;
perfect picnic spots,
sunny weather.
If this is the fall -
end of July, but no end in sight -
maybe we call it a dance instead;
A dance
in love and lavender.