Each morning I emerge from my purple bedroom
To my sun-drenched kitchen
Where two purple tulips wink at me, whilst I make my tea.
The purple jacket on the book in the bookcase reminds me
“Why Love Matters”
But there is not much time for reading.
On many days I clothe myself in purple
To give magic to my day
And a dab of magenta lipstick, encompassing smiles.
My favourite days are those
Where the sunrise outside
Echoes my purples inside.
Before I leave
I glance at my painterly-purple imaginary landscape…
And venture forth.