Periwinkle blooms were a welcome
surprise on my morning walk;
this shade between a deep iris
and cornflower blue Is so calming,
like twilight blossoming.
I’d like a scarf made from these petals,
a silken-coolness against my skin,
the softening hue of evening draped
over my shoulders as I watch the moon’s
first shower of silvery beams falling,
like a gentle rain lulling us to dream.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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