Herb Pot-Pourri

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Roses bloom early in a heat-wave Spring,
already I make yellow pot-pourri
from full-blown 'Peace', each petal tinged with pink.
I have to use left-over lavender,
the hedge is only growing cuckoo-spit
and it's too soon for that compulsive haze
that passing strangers brush against and nip,
sniffing their fingers as they walk away.

I pick fresh rosemary, whose scented spikes
remind me to pay tribute to the past,
to bathe with it removes all trace of age
but I'm not certain that's a risk I'll take:
we first get on with life, then shape our verse
out of the pattern that the years have made.

~ Elizabeth Bewick

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