Distant shores

Beloved nettle
Cleavers and wild garlic

I see you in pictures
And hear stories of your tender shoots
Emerging through the homelands

But this year I am fickle with my affection

I’ve become intoxicated by almond blossom
Olive and wild sage

Now, I stand between two lands
One that resides in my heart
The other in my blood

As darkness falls I wonder if there’s a way
We can be together one day
In a place of our own

Where our baskets are abundant
Good folk come home laughing
And the fire in the hearth
Forever burns strong.