My Colours Come From You

A bottle green, I’m lost at sea, A cup or two of shamrock dew. An emerald green, the forest queen, My silk is spun a leafy hue. An alpine white, tread polar ice, The frosted hold of winter’s cold. A snowdrop white, the spring moonlight, A swan, a dove, or so I’m told. A regal blue, and turquoise too, The fragrant sigh of summer sky. A cobalt blue, teal velvet view, Cerulean and lazuli. A furnace red, cold rubies bled, The trees must learn autumnal burn. A merlot red, the Sun’s bloodshed, The flowers flare and blush in turn. A tender grey, clouds hush the day, You’ve silver-lined my burnished mind. A lover’s grey, my pencils pray, Soft feathers sleep, our sky is kind.