Ageless Lavender

Oh, Lavender of blue, your fragrance fair
brings with it memories of days gone by
as your scent rides upon the brisk, clean air
when early dawning sun lights up the sky.

Old treasures reside in dark attic's space;
as faint perfume of a long ago day
lies amongst tatters of paper and lace.
Oh, Lavender, it is your sweet bouquet!

You linger on worn frills and fripperies
fragile remnants of a time now that rests
when fair ladies' silent soliloquies
lay hidden within their sweet scented breasts.

Dear Lavender, my heart and mind you grace,
with longing for another time and place.


Honorable Mention in Rhyme Time Poetry Contest, Shadow Poetry, Oct. 25, 2006

Author's Note: A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg.  10 syllables per line