Lavender Mine

I slave away in the lavender mines,

Tend to the peppermints,

Cultivate clover.

Catnip and chamomile sprout about

As I sweat over fragrant buds.

Finally a slight breeze

Over the basil

Brushes the anise flowers

Up through the hyssop.

I wipe my brow

And stand in the dewy mud.

And all is well,

My Love, this morning.

All is well.

I’ve taken root.

All is well

In the world with me

And Thee.

-jenn long