Verbena

Saltwater. Desperately fuming and huffing against unresponsive cliffs. Plastics. The ocean taken hostage by the Great Pacific garbage patch?

Sizzling peppery salty butter and a good whiff of creamy sweet cereal grain. Works for the kitchen. Works for the skin, too. Really amazing.

Clammy soil for moribund roses. Raindrops drowning fire. Smokily hissing hostility. Leather garments giving no warmth any longer. November.

Flashing skies and rumbling drums,
grassland bowing to the winds,
hailstones born of bergamot,
the heat takes flight, defeated...

A rose. Just a rose. Simple and plain. And shady. And earthy. And dark. And dewy. And musty. And deep-rooted. And strong... and wow!