purple – Poetic Meanderings

Spring Winks

“April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.” —From T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land Just beyond my reach in the highest branches, tilted just enough for the sun to catch the edge and cause the tiny flower to wink, grasp myContinue reading “Spring Winks”

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, allowContinue reading “Dawn”