What is Purple? by Tammera Castleburg

What is Purple?

by Tammera Castleburg

Purple is violets

And mayflowers in spring

And lush velvet drapes

Like the robes of a king.

Purple can be pretty

As asters in fall,

Or dark and foreboding -

Rain clouds in a squall.

Eggplants and cabbages

Can be purple too

And sometimes the mountains

In a far-off view,

I like all the purple

I have in my clothes

But not in the cold

Of my fingers and toes,

There's fragrance in purple

Of lilacs in May

Each bushful arranged

Like a giant bouquet

Sometimes it's exciting

How can purple taste -

Not much blueberry pie ever

Goes to waste!

There's purple also in fruit -

Plums are just fine.

And bunches of grapes

Hanging fresh on the vine.

Some purple is good for

Everyday use,

Like the purple I drink

In a glass of grape juice.

There's also some honor,

Setting some far apart;

The pain and the courage

In each purple heart.