Misty powder blue graces my cheekbones

So Pale and porcelain Like lace agate stones

Watching the blue birds pass by

In a lavender lead sky

I’ll roam the gardens rich allium cones

And pale blue wisteria falls in tones

I’ll smell the lilacs in the sky’s birch thrones

And the garden seeds slips wry

Only for mauve crows to pry

Taking the violets with them in loans

Foxes trot as they lay in pansy scones

With pastel crocus popping up like gemstones

I lay in this garden shy

Like a flower my own high

As I absorb the purple overtones