Can anything be so perfect
as the cerulean blue sky
cut against
the stark yellow branches
that suggest Spring?
or the circular swirl
of a Ceil-coloured seashell
swept ashore
to be found
by searching hands.
but these hands
have found the magic
in Maya blue
running to Palatinate
that flutters delicate wings
and my heart.
Ah, but my heart
loves this blue best.
Tiffany blue that wraps
around my child's
petite frame
and keeps her snug
and warm
until Spring will finally break
at last
~
