Flutter

The whispering flutter of a butterfly
tapping against the window pane.
I catch him gently in my cupped hands,
release him out of the open door.

Clearing Brambles

Even through my gloves
my hands are pricked and scratched.
The cost of clearing brambles
paid in blood.

Harvesting

Harvesting lavender
the aroma covers my hands
like gloves.

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Another day passes and still Blogspot wont let me post comments. What is going on? Is it just me?