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
In my city, blood crying out from the ground louder than any sound
He was denied his breath and it feels ludicrous I can freely take in this scene
It's a roundabout grief, it catches up with you standing in a roundabout and choosing to remain affectable
To suffering; to sunlight and the beauty and life, entering the dance of lavender and bees pollinating
Entertaining the tension of pain and hope,
Mercy and justice,
Rest and action.
Lavender waits all winter, it's roots dormant, until the ground thaws and warmth renews and the purple florets burst forth, extending stalks and petals, alive and reaching.
Growth slow at first.
