Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
Holding Me Captive by Kathy Cotton Lilacs commandeer the breeze, take me hostage on the front porch, locking me in the rocking chair. If I can hold on just a few more days, the heady lavenders may wither to purple, drop their fragrant weapons. Otherwise tall summer grass will wave to me, still bound by purple flowers, imprisoned by relentless perfume. I rock back and forth, imagining winter snow drifting across my feet, the fragrance of a garden still holding me captive.