L'aura del Campo

A certain sense of purple

A certain sense of purple

After the death of winter,
I get on my knees to smell the hyacinths,
then sit at a table where chocolate,
and a bouquet of lilacs, entices me.

Unless I'm sipping tea,
avoiding the zenith's blast,
while spent jacaranda flowers flutter,
floating in a tropical breeze.

Come autumn's harvest,
you'll find me soaking in a bath,
enveloped by the fragrance of lavender
soothing tired bones.

Yet, the haze of twilight after dusk
summons me to travel among the stars,
like the shadow of a snow drift,
a shade more somber than blue.

What then becomes me?
I do not wrap myself in robes of royal hue.
A hug will be enough...
as long as it comes from you.

© Kåre Enga (31.juli.2024)

20 lines responding to the prompt 'purple'.

For "Merit Badge Magic"  July 2024