violet mornings

in the morning
when the world
is asleep.
the petals of
a soft violet rises
as the sun just
peeks over
the rooftops
and hills.
the quiet is
magnificient.
the stillness
gold. you
remember those
hours like
old friends
as you rolled
and threw papers
onto the steps
and lawns.
pulling a wagon
whistling for
the dog to come
along.