Purple

I walk home wearing twin braids with bows

and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.

Snow like a blanket, thick and white,

I want it to fall all through the night -

to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,

her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins

and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too

and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked

i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,