Your depths transport me to the mountainous woods from which you come,
awakening the reverberation of some distant drum behind my breastbone,
of stalwart Earth embracing my spine.
You made welcome my Allies,
Musty, rooted Chamomile,
Woody, redolent Lavender,
Truly cordial, enlivening a heart weighted by sorrow
Nourishing all that lies within.
I thank you for your gifts and I savor you, unfurling again to touch the world.
Photo of a jar of honey surrounded by Chamomile and Lavender blossoms. Photo was taken by author and edited in Spark Post
