into a purple sky,
at dawn or dusk, I’d admire
the stars all over again, dotting what unknown
trajectory, maybe the half-moon,
on its own journey, clouded with purple mist.
I could float my way
to a lavender-filled field,
discover a bouquet of lilacs bursting with spring,
even a single, dignified purple rose
that marks more than farewell.
I’ll remember the color of your backpack as we hiked
around a mountain lake to watch the Northern lights,
sheets of green and purple falling over us,
promising the only gift that Nature gives:
this moment.
Tomorrow's prompt: Mountains or Oceans.
You can visit OctPoWriMo at http://www.octpowrimo.com/ to read what others have written. Thank you, Morgan Dragonwillow, Michelle Vecchitto, Esther Jones, and Maria L. Berg for hosting this month-long poetry challenge.
I’ll remember the color of your backpack as we hiked
around a mountain lake to watch the Northern lights,
sheets of green and purple falling over us,
promising the only gift that Nature gives:
this moment.
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| Girl Asleep in a Field of Lavender (Pixabay) |
Tomorrow's prompt: Mountains or Oceans.
You can visit OctPoWriMo at http://www.octpowrimo.com/ to read what others have written. Thank you, Morgan Dragonwillow, Michelle Vecchitto, Esther Jones, and Maria L. Berg for hosting this month-long poetry challenge.
Beautiful imagery. Brings to mind so many memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you . . . colors, places, those who are close -- all celebrated.
DeleteI love that last line the best, but the whole poem is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you! This one was fun to write.
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