Signe Ruddy

In 2014 I was laying in between a row of lavender after weeding for several hours just looking up at the sky.....this poem came:

Knowing 

I bend to cut

 pulling stocks together

Over and over

Scissors in hand I cut 

I cut the purple lavender:  Munster, English, Augustfolia, Grosso 

Then I stop and I see

I see blue sky 

I see bees

I hear the bees, the wind in the trees

I sit down on the ground 

and I smell the earth; 

I smell the lavender. 

I lay on the ground. 

I see blue sky;

I see me. 

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