Scent of Purple: Haiku, 4 Parts

Wintry mix of life
In purple hue, treading ground
Last minute errands.

In the dead of night,
She fumbles through the thick snow
Her hat, a safe space.

With every quick step,
The snow piles at her small feet
The frigid air breathes.

She hurries to town
Her coat flowing in the wind
The night becomes day.