Hues


What is the colour of the wind?
You ask.
It is golden when it basks
in the burning rays of summer.
It’s swept a powdered blue at noon,
spun silver when the moon
smiles brightly in the night.
It whispers emerald green
through the trees by the ravine
as we walk, as we talk.
It dances crimson in the poppies
and purple in the fragile lilies
that you so love to keep.

(c) christine DINGLEY 2009

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