by Norma Martiri
September blooms of purple hues,
adorn the city street.
And in bright splendour praises Spring,
where limbs and feathers meet.
Amid soft purple hues I lay,
to rest my weary head.
In fantasies drifting away,
Upon a sprinkled spread.
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2011
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Norma Martiri lives and works in Brisbane, Australia with her husband and youngest daughter. She is an emerging writer and brings her life experiences to the written word. Norma loves nature and the simple things in life, and this is reflected in her poetry.
Last updated November 12, 2011