by Deborah Brooks Langford on Thursday, November 3, 2011 at 7:17pm
PURPLE FLOWERS FOREVER
Oh my she says
The trail pitches hard upward this day
The wind most hard and dry as
She lies down to sleep so may.
Dreaming of purple flowers
That stand tall this way..
A simple answer she may say
And a grudge against her side
To see his hand that she well knows
With purple flowers forever that cannot die.
Leaving burnt branch tips against her lips.
As soon as the flames die;
When he brings purple flowers to her arms
As he did this day:
Taking a few steps and settling down
In his arms as warm as she may
With purple flowers that he brings forever in the
November weather that he will take to his love so long today;
A kiss that maybe that is prone to hold in her eyes.
As she reaches for her love that promises the moon
He knows no other love but to his bride.
As he brings her purple flowers forever for a love to bloom:
©Copyright 2011 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS- LANGFORD