PERSISTENCE OF PURPLE

Each year the earth returns  
to its annual remembering~  
a vow stitched in root and rain.  

I stand along the garden’s edge  
holding the morning  
like a mirror tilted toward hope.  
In its silvered surface,  
the world gathers itself~  
petal, stem, sky~  
a dress rehearsal of becoming.  

Purple arrives first,  
a subtle rush of color rising  
from the cool breath of soil.  
It whispers through the lupine,  
the verbena,  
the small wild blooms  
that refuse to be anything  
but brave.  

Their voices are subtle,  
but I lean in~  
listening for the way  
they say again,  
the way they say still,  
the way they say yes 
to another turning of the year.  

And in that whispered violet,  
I feel the season  
lift its face toward light,  
reminding me  
that hope is not a shout  
but a soft returning~  
a color that keeps blooming  
even when the mirror of the world  
seems dim.  

Purple persists.  
Nature remembers.

10th grade11th grade12thfree verse

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