Relavender

remember when purple fields yield

to a lavender sky,

layered with ribbons of crimson—

just go through the open door.

don’t stop long enough to even ask why.

call it destiny or kismet

call it that look in your eyes

            when we first met;

call it luck or even fate,

but don’t think too hard

            or wait too long

then it might be too late.

jbh

3.22.2013