basil and mint

in the morning i dreamt
of a garden of herbs
one worth remembering 
on long january days
the sting of basil 
and the chill of mint
a hushed mist of aroma
when my cat woke me up
kneading and purring
i tried to hold on 
to their spiced oily scents
but they slipped from my thoughts
like drizzle down cobwebs 
in spring’s wistful rain