Amethyst
It is the pure mystery of amethyst
that inhabits my world
It glows in dawn light along
receding shadows.
Cool, enticing it embraces my soul
Adds those fresh dimensions to trees
in rain-swept meadows.
Everywhere, I see its shades repeat –
in the marbling of shells -sheen on a bird’s wing-
veins in a rock - flower petals -
I wrap myself each morning in its lighter shades-
cool, lavender chiffon, and you come to me
the magic of amethyst in your kiss.
For Frank Herrera's Color Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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