Monday, September 12, 2011


Purple escaped when no one was looking

leeching from springtime irises, leaving them faded and spent.

Purple vanished, riding the wind until it was captured
by lowly Ironweed sentinels keeping watch by the side of the road.

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:27