Slender stings that are not
plucked but gently kissed by
wind and sun,
shyly green and gracious
in the field, violet in spirit and soul,
that never fades away or abates —
only waits
to be touched and seen,
vast and wild.
Untamed answer
of so many questions
beating in the rocks of time,
hidden but dwelling alone
in the lavender hush.
