by Alice Olsen
Purple is the smell of violets
on Aunt Jane's dress.
Purple is a soft smooth plum,
slippery with juice,
sweet and moist as grapes on a thirsty day.
Purple is the sound of tears on amethyst velvet
as day becomes night.
Purple is the majesty of royal robes
and the mystery of the infinite.
Purple is the heart
offered open unto God.