Today the sky turned purple and lit up the horizon,
turning flower petals lavender and causing the mist to hang
and twist below the trees with no true reason--
the wind caught on too, and a melody it sang.
The sky had turned purple as up I looked,
with the homeless shaking their heads in wonder, in disbelief,
despite the recent rainstorm that this town it had shook,
the sky became purple, casting quite the motif.
For a moment the sky looked like it was defying all Blue,
or before dusk when Blue transitioned to Salmon,
yet I could not decipher from whence it grew,
so instead I waited, watched, and examined.
The world looked as if it was going to end--maybe it might,
but it was in that moment I knew everything would be alright.