a-quiet-green-agreement:

Let the needlewoman gather
a handful of the blossoms she loves most.
Now let her embroider in silks
the colors of that scent that entered
her room, its wilds of heliotrope, of rose.
But let her tell no one
how she left her bed, to stand
in her white nightgown among flowers.
And how the knowledge came to her
of what she can, and cannot, own.

– Lola Haskins, “Sweet Pea Embroidery in Rose and Heliotrope”