Purple Paths Poetry

  • There too was Love

    She stood at mountain peak Wrapped head to toe against Prevailing winds. Ankle deep in azure water He waded the river Soaking sun’s ray. Hiking through the world Unknown to one another The winds whispered. It wasn’t in the wild That they would meet; But where they would learn. The secrets of true love, Exposing…

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  • Murmuration

    Turns itself over. Rolling from the tongue, inviting. A poem set into motion. No explanation. No apparent need. An invitation to join in the dance. Calling all corners, for those who hear and heed. The movement and whispers of the wing on wind. And the promise of unending beauty.

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