Appreciating paperwhiteslanky window-angling before dawn,creeping awareness of cold.Turn on the heat,radiators immediately seep lavender,inviting an old lover to visit.Struck with desireto lick Italian cooking-class splashesfrom the crooks of her elbows,Futility comes up with the sun.You stretch toward its light,remembering the cold.
Inspired by Hannah’s prompt to the Real Toads: LAVENDER FIELDS