My Colours Come From You Poem by Annie Jane

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 snowdropp 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.