The Lure of Lavender
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.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012
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