Was the sky a marble white that day,
In mists that cooled the morning?
Did cerulean blue peek through the veil
Of clouds with subtle promise?
Was love the touch of crimson light,
Warm blue azure skies?
Or was it willed in sun’s gold rays,
Or flaxen blooms of prairie days?
Was love the hue of mountain pools,
Or rush of spring fed fountains;
In tides of turquoise summer seas,
Or blush of meadow lupines?
Did love embolden the morning dew
On forest paths of emerald hue?
Was it the green of budding oak,
Of Norway Spruce or meadow rue?
What color love, through veils of white,
Felled my heart at dawning,
Warmed the deep blue azure skies
In bird song, choral morning?
©2015 Anita Suzanne Tillemans