Colors Passing Through Usby Marge Piercy Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color, like a new flower in a bud vase on yourContinue reading “Colors Passing Through Us : Marge Piercy : : Bird Poems : :”