Lay for the Day 23rd
Midsummer Nights Eve, 24th June being the old pagan festival of
Smell of Thyme
The smell of thyme,
subtle and earthy,
opens a landscape of white
dry limestone to the spirit,
a wide, high-lit plateau
from a narrow herb, winding and low.
Dark green above and dusty
the tiny spear-point leaves,
the reddish stalks, though slight,
odours of courage and hope,
glinting in the minds eye.
Unlike the enrapturing rose
whose scent whelms us back,
as when we begin to embrace,
to beginnings the heart almost knows
how to retrace, the smell of thyme
speaks of the future.
Each leaf-pair is a door
opened on a setting
where companion goes with companion freely,
not in the flowers plangent fragrance
but new love, earthy and subtle,
in the smell of thyme, fresh thyme.
Lay Reader: an archive of the poetic calendar