Peach Blossoms And A Blue Sapphire Poem by Airda Jones

Peach blossoms greet me soft
While green shimmers in the loft
Grazing winds bring swift heat
And brush ever so lightly against the cheek

Blue sapphire greater than the stone
Sparkling amber that cannot be owned
Rays that escape the eyes notice
But warmth the heart begins to miss

Broken shards of the rainbow’s family
Smooth, a sensual silky feel to me
Unfamiliar to my senses but blooming
In curiosity of the jasmine scent that’s consuming

Pink at its rarest gleaming tint
Stretching its graceful arms to no limit
The dark blue and purple bands appear
To alert to all that night is now near.