Dawn

I write in purple ink,

lean into the lavender

and lilac hues of blooms,

linger in the violet and

orchid sounds that resonate 

in the deep vibrations of the cello,

dream of fields of thistle 

and heather, live in moods 

of mauve and periwinkle,

long to paint my home

with the dust of amethysts, 

allow the sunlight to reflect

off the iridescent gems and fill 

my home with the welcoming

light of dawn.

—C.L. Fisher, March 2021

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