Purple

I am Purple like Harold’s crayon,

imagination creating worlds,

adventures for me to play in

Some days, I shrink like a Violet,

so shy and quiet, lost in a grove of trees

an invader growing wild,

a delicate and lovely regal hue of ease,

bringing a smile to young faces

bountifully putting gardeners through paces

those attempting to obliterate

the violaceous intruder, they couldn’t be ruder

At times, I might be sweet smelling Lilac

using scent to captivate and enthrall

Then, Professor Plum in the library,

a clue yet a mystery to all

Without notice I become Aubergine

continental and sophisticated

Then morph into her American cousin, Eggplant,

stalwart, sturdy and shaded

I am Purple in all her tints and complexions

Often paired with a companion pink or complimentary yellow

fluctuating from flirty, serious, silly, but mostly, Lavender mellow.