SAUSSAVITA

Wild lavender on a highland slope, cooled by juniper.

A soft light in a still room, quiet and held.

A warm evening by the conservatory stove.

The driver's seat at midnight — leather and open road.

Fog still low over the grass, light just breaking through.

A white bloom that opens only after dark, when the conservatory goes quiet.

The smell of a lawn cut at dawn, before the day warms up.

Jasmine that waits for night, heavy and heady in the dark.

Sunshine, cracked open, with a handful of torn mint.

Old wood, still holding the glow of a slow fire.

The house blend, refilled and ready to keep breathing.

A moment to slip away, without leaving home.