The Mauve Basket Poem by Vindya Pon

Purple like a tulip in a spring field. Swaying calmly with the wind, under a violet sky, beckoning you to come closer, and closer. A Mauve Basket coming closer and closer.

Then a hand picks the plum flower, covering the tulip with warmth, and whispering it's secrets to it.

The flower looks back at it's past home, a wild violet field, waiting to get placed in the purple pocket, but instead finds a new home, in the Mauve Basket.