Purple

Amanda Macardle-Duale

happiness is

— sand at

the edge of

a shoreline

the last hour

of an

august

afternoo

n the

purple

hues of

a sunset

the

cherry

blossom

s in

spring

—fleeting

sadness is—

snow

remaining

on mountain

peaks the

moon’s

magnetism to

earth

the

bees’

allure

to lavend

er the

light of

dawn

invading

your

window

—ceaseless