The Purple Dance Poem by L. K. Thayer

the white paper
reminds me of the white dove
that sat all night
perched
on the lattice of my
balcony

how many times
have I looked over
Shady Acres
and gazed up a the sky
at the pregnant moon?
full circle
watching over
watching and waiting
for the next sliver
the next slice
the next shift in tide
the ebb and flow
like a goddess cycle

the wind chimes
sing their melancholy
notes
as Spring
let's the Jacaranda trees
know
that it's time to dance
their purple dance

the white dove knew
that I needed it's presense
that night
it was sent as a reminder
that all
is in God's hands