Calculating and prim
Lavender is not ruled
By any light whim
Lavender is not ruled
By any light whim
Like small forests
They root and lean
Bridging land
Dry and gleaned
They seek drought
And do without
By building wood from air
They stand up straight
And give back
In spades
The finest scented air
Honorable Mention in the 2026 Alice Osborn Award contest for a poem for children - North Carolina Poetry Society April 3, 2026
Published in the 2026 Pinesong Anthology