To Think a Scent

I am thinking of a scent…
That permeates so sweetly
I am fooled so that I can’t
Help breathing in so deeply.

Now I am fully awake;
I am shaking off the chills.
I am walking off the ache;
I am heading for the fields.

My eyes sweep the deep color
That becomes an avatar.
And I throw off all dolor
In the fields of lavender!