Lavender Poems & Prose

 

Image by Evan Smith

 

During summer, we set up a small table either inside the Garden Store or Primrose Antiques and place atop it fresh bunches of cut lavender into a basket with a sign that states: “Take A Bunch of Lavender, Leave a Poem.”  Today, we gathered up a stack of poems left by our customers and are sharing them with you below.  Some poems are written about lavender and the inspiration it brings, others use the flower as a metaphor for a loved one, and others liken it to their daily experience.  Isn’t it wonderful to be a lavender plant?

 

My mother is a poem I cannot write
yet, everything I write is a poem to my mother

 

A nursery is like a
butterfly in its
cacoon
beautiful
young
fresh
ready to become
another form of joy”

 

If for a moment I sang a song
my garden would sing that tune
If for a day I wrote that song
my world would be soon…wonderful

 

If this is love
the sky shines blue
and my love for you is true

 

Work while you work
play while you play
this is the way to be happy each day
with all that you do
do with your might
things done by halves are never done right

 

A gift of a peaceful moment
fleeting memory of mom’s embrace
thank you, lavender
for this sweet moment

 

Mice are mice
their tails are lazy
we musn’t touch
and no one seems to like them
much
but I think mice are nice!

 

You lavender girl
with indigo eyes
danced on your tippy toes
to the boys’ demise
untamable girl
with a candied heart
your life so sweet
everyone wanted a part

 

This is a day of flowers
a day of sunshine and sneezes
a day where ever you look
the view the eye pleases

 

Relentless
endlessly stretched out
but then I found myself again
I laugh
I dare
I miss you
and all the color comes back
thank you

 

The flower blooms like each of us is
beautiful weed or blossom
thorn or fragrance we grow

 

Once a day
sit and pray
all of your worries will go away

 

Skagit Valley holds my dreams
my heart and often my art
Skagit Valley for me it seems
is home
I paint you with leisure
and with pleasure

 

I have never seen a tree
as beautiful as a poem

 

There was a fish that lived in the sea
his name was Bob
Bob says hi

 

Fragrant purple buds
delicate and small
hanging upside down
on the trellis wall