Journey of Words

I have heard of a woman
Who gathers wild garlic
From the ancient wood by the marsh

Not even the shadow of April's new moon
Can prevent her return

The scent betrays the plant
Its petal stars guide her
To their bed

She lies down  
Crushing the broadleaves
With her bare skin

Celebrates spring
Prepares for summer

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 19 prompt: Flower poem. 

CLP 19/04/2026