I love emerald studded trees
And the ginger groves in which they grow
I love rivers swimming with fish of gold
And sparkling lakes the color of your eyes
I love mountains ranged with mist and moss
And the shimmering dark purple of the city at night
I love the clouds the color of a summer rose
Mixed with the shades of bronze, like stitches on a quilt
My patchwork sky, where I would see the sun
and the moon
and you.
But I see gray now
The world has gone to ink and dust
Winter’s white has come again.