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.