Lavender

Lavender -

A French variety: butterfly topped.
Sits in an old zinc pot. It smells
of summer days in the old way.

Blue.  The roses beside it,
are not open yet - their buds
are tightly curled.  The Dandelions spangle
seeds all around, wishes you have to catch!

Daisies blink up from the clean cut grass.
Each one a beautiful flower.  They have no scent
that I can discern, each one a bitter sap.

The mangle beside me, I rest to survey:
a garden of parts, split up.  The stream
full of tadpoles and an odd newt bubbles by.

As the trees in the orchard recite Dylan Thomas
in the old fashioned way, each one above the rest.
I look up and see God in his chariot flash past
and understand how much I am blessed.