"and violet windows watched"
....absolutely love this line, Martie. I have felt that reverence at sunset, even from within the midst of a busy city streetside. There were a few precious evenings as I would emerge, this late fall, from the hulking medical complex in the heart of the city, where I was staying in Hospice with my sister, and nearly melt in the beauty of the late~day's flood of amber and burgundy. Such loveliness and splendor juxtaposed against the devastation grimly taking place within the building...there were times when it was nearly overwhelming.
Your poem brought it all back, and I thank you for such a touching read. Beautiful.