Especially March and October, the shoulder season months, I hear people complain of “gray days” and “gray skies.” Yesterday was such a day in March. I”d like to offer a different perspective in this poem “Periwinkle Day.” Enjoy the poem and the change of season. -Dawn
Periwinkle day
Look up with happy eyes
a “gray” day is really periwinkle
with wind to clear away the stagnant
and ruffle our sleeping senses.
Clouds of sustenance reiki over the land,
away with the dead corn snitches,
ready the soil with snow-melt nitrogen.
Periwinkle doublemint breath of March
like chilled vodka
warming the soft cotton
of our soon-to-sprout blood.
Look up with happy eyes
the winds of shift
in a periwinkle sky
are about their changeling work.
CreatetheDawn 