A Harvest of Fragrance

By Terry Lowenstein

Fields of lavender unfold
beneath the morning sun.
Here fairies ride zephyrs,
across a sea of purple.
Air redolent with fragrance,
intoxicates birds and bees

In lengthening
shadows of perfume,
farmers gather
flower heavy bouquets.
Copper stills centuries old
transform flower to oil.

Oil that scents perfumes,
soaps, potpourris, pillows.
These are wrapped up.
Tied with pomegranate bows.

Shipped across continents.
Stacked on store shelves.
An ocean of fragrance,
from a sea of purple.