Late October lavender

Gone, the supple youthfulness
of distant summer, as brittle stems
rub clicking in autumn breeze.
Gone, the busy buzzing bees
drunk with nectar, stumbling
amongst the warm, jewel-encrusted
crowns; long gone, those longer days.

Fading browning glory, so
easy to miss, like homeless
beggars on city streets. Late
October lavender, soon to be
pruned naked and left denuded
on wintered earth. Yet to
rub those desiccated
heads, is to unleash an
exquisite explosion of scent;
warming flames,
within death’s decaying embers.