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.