By the edge of the fire
is a lavender bush
slightly lit
slightly dark.

How much do we usually see things?

The flames and coals
light up the closest sides—
grey-green stems and purple flowers.

I say it: “Lavender.”

Something of me calming already.

The fire helps cut
right to it.

“Lavender.”

Warm, yet calm,
like slowly glowing
embers.

Lavender.