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.