Purple
Wild grapes
plump and juicy
we plucked along the lane -
my sisters and I, carrying
large pails
Dusk’s sky
turned violet.
From far away we heard
our grandmother calling us to
supper
The night
bled a wine hue
as swinging our pails, we
ran with glee on that sweet day of
purple
April 17, 2023
for Sotto Poet's Traditional Cinquain Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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