The Lure of Lavender

Written by: Connie Marcum Wong

As I stand alone 
     in reverie
A lavender sky 
     envelopes me.
Trees whisper in calls 
     with quiet breath
To mark the time 
     of indigo's death.

The crisp scent of spring 
     refines the air
As dawn graces twilight 
     with colors rare.
Still lake reflections 
     in morning light
Share an aura 
     with alluring sight.