Purple is calm
and quiet.
The sweet granddaughter of violet
the kind mother of pink.
Purple is the taste
of round, juicy grapes.
It is the feel
of your grandmother's quilt
rubbing against your face.
It sits
in a garden with
pansies and petunias.
Purple sounds like
a cheerful whistle
amongst a crowd.
It smells like
new flowers blossoming
in the spring.
Purple is the soft warm feel
of mittens
in the winter.