Wednesday, April 20, 2016

While consolidating my tablets of writing manuscripts, I uncovered thei poem and I thought that I would share it.
Coloring Her
Eyes the color of summer skies
At evening when the sun sets
Not quite purple and not quite blue
With color somewhere in between
With hair the color of autumn
Tawny richness of red and gold
Touched by the sun, haloed like brass
It cascades from her head in waves
Her skin is like the snows of winter
Pale alabaster smooth and white
Not ice cold, but warm and supple
Skin unmarred by scar or freckle
Cheeks pink as spring cherry blossoms
Softens the winter complexion
Gives life to the ice princess skin
Vigor and health from that hue.

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