“If a kiss could be seen, I think it would look like violet.” L.M. Montgomery
The final note at twilight,
a twinkle in the eye,
a moody moon,
the ink I spill
for poetry,
the deepest hue
that drips
from a painted
butterfly’s wing,
and this lovely bloom.
—C.L. Fisher, April 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 