purple rain and pink moons

last week we were awash in purple...another musical genius' wings clipped far too soon...purple everywhere obliterating our search for the pink april moon...i've quoted this before...excuse the repeat...but, hell, the candles mount on that birthday cake and soon repeating will be the new norm..."april is the cruellest month"...oh, yes, t.s. eliot...you knew it well...the irony of life, and nature...because promise is often followed by harsh reality...that first warm day, your face to the sun...then, jackets and boots again...spring snow...you get it...but then again...we still have the choice to look for what will bloom amid all that is bleak and dull...and to nurture it well...to look up at the budding trees as your feet skim the garbage on city streets...the juxtaposition...as prince so eloquently sang...to dance in the purple rain...and maybe ignore the sound of doves crying in the distance...