Purple Paths Poetry

  • Remembering Tomorrow

    Half way through Lent I begin to remember.In these days when the sky cannot decideWhether to stay in the midst of winterOr lean into the light of spring.In these days just beyond the equinox,When through clouds heavy with unshed tears,Sunbeams makes themselves known,It is here, half way through Lent,That I begin to remember.It is here…

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  • Equinox Morn

    Equinox morn. Shimmering sun Peeking through the Clouds to the East. A single patch of grass, Illuminated anew. Gnarled oaks Surrounding, Still shrouded in Darkness, holding To the last hours of Winter. This spring? She invites us To let loose Our clinging to the night. Reminding us, To make space for Her arrival in Our…

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