A purple cloud does grace the sky
Growing weak as day draws nigh.
Purple pansy face caught my eye
Calling as I hurry by.
There was a time distant and past
Purple weeds could hold me fast.
Passion flower a web did spin
A castle to wander in.
Violets peek a song to sing
Bidding me take to the wing.
-Dwain Cassady
4/4/24