Purple – a poem by Urmila Mahajan

Noiseless as autumn footfalls,
clematis vines reach for the
trellis into the blinding sun.
The season unravels

preserving a trail of beliefs from
the echoes of coral jasmine gathered
in orange-smudged childhood
baskets of burnished brass, reserved
for practising faith with garlands
and incense, to the intrinsic
rituals of coral jasmine itself:
simple beginnings and growth. A
brilliant carpet of bauhinia
(now past its prime) under
my feet coils into chains of

understanding, edging
towards reflection on
natural systems and flashes
of purple autumn stillness.

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