Lavender,

velvety herald of summer

and lofty dreams.

Lie among bees,

grasshoppers,

and flies.

Hum and buzz,

intoxicated,

by nectar and scent,

light in my eyes,

and magic, that always.

You are there, too,

presence as gentle as the bees

and more sweet, more mine,

dare I say?

Gaze upon the miracle,

waiting for nothing,

wanting summer food,

a hot dog

and a pile of potato chips,

lemonade,

and you,

to share it all with me.

Colleen Sohn