Purple
Purple,
The juiciness of grapes, fresh from the vine,
The perfectly round, purple spots on my backpack,
Lilacs, just waking up from a long winter’s nap,
The smooth lines the painter paints of the sunset.
The color of the fur on that young child’s stuffed animal,
The last color in the skittles rainbow,
Purple has majesty, brightness or darkness, I’ll decide.
The color of the rim of your glasses,
And the last color to appear and fade away in a rainbow.
