Purple

I am the sweet smelling lilac bush

blooming in late spring.

I am the jagged streak of light

bursting from a thunderstorm.

I am the simple iris flower

that opens up your eyes.

I am the dried out raisins

in your morning cereal.

I am the chewed up binky

your baby outgrew.

I am the liquid in your transparent glass

that fades away your problems.

I am the breathtaking view of a sunset

that illuminates a path across the bay.