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lavender - Ann Stettler

if someone were to ask me, “how would you describe your favorite color to a blind person?” i would tell them

lavender lavender is tranquil e l e g a n t and clean with a soft voice and a british accent. it feels like brushing your hand across a piece of satin and tastes like a cool glass of water with a refreshing, delicate z i n g. it is as light as the feeling of vapor on your skin as smooth as the feeling of ebbing ocean waves with your feet buried in the sand. it is sweet and earthy like rose petals and it is warm like the sunrise on your face. but i think most of all seeing lavender is taking a deep breath and for a moment being at peace with yourself.

Trees – Ann Stettler

When most people encounter a tree, they don’t think much of it. Trees are just another commonplace of nature, To cut down when inconvenient, To exploit when profitable, To ignore when they work so hard to bloom in all their beauty Each and every spring.

When my grandmother encounters a tree, She greets it like an old friend. Trees are gentle creatures To park her car beside as she feeds the birds by the lake, To talk to when she prays, To admire in all their forgotten beauty As she tells the granddaughter standing next to her, “If only they could talk, they could tell us some good stories.”