Lavender – somewhere in France – new poem

In my mind I see her moving through a field of lavender

in blue-mauve haze, listening to the drone of bees

busy with their labour, watching brown butterflies

with yellow spotted wings pause briefly for her pleasure.

(for Bill)

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