Flora and her friends

Wild little fistfuls

My jealous fingers picked

and homed you in ordinary
mustard, 

chive,
and olive jars

now above my head 

dreaming me to sleep 

with scent so sweet

When I die,
only you I want to clothe me, 

only you to keep the blushing

on my petal cheeks. 

photos by Clementine & Fig

poem written by C&F; edited by LMH