I've never had a taste for
chamomile tea
But inhaling her fragrance
this cool sparkling morning
Cut from my new garden
The one where I started over
The one that was hard and dry
covered in tangled weeds
Now soft and moist
beginning to bloom
The buds of my wet tongue tingled
I paused to listen
Perhaps I just needed to grow my own
celestial seasonings
Jaclyn Edds Konczal | June 2022