Tuesday, October 04, 2016

#4: Purple Home



I can see these mountains,
the Santa Catalinas,
from my sister's backyard near Tucson.
They promise coolness in the summer,
In the morning, my spirit
reaches out to possibility,
purple rapture,
the scent of mesquite,
the chirp-chirp of cactus wrens,
my writing notebook open.


Today's prompt from OctPoWriMo, that challenge to write a poem a day, asks us to simply write a poem about the color purple, some memory or reaction. The poem began with a photo by Jeffrey Stemshorn of my sister's back yard.

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