Poem from The Color Series: Orange

 

In the heat of the morning,
Rise up that flamelike veil!
A revered scent adorning
Our Goddess of the Vale.

Bring forth that vital spirit
Emerging from the dawn.
Fruition, though we fear it,
Shall find us all anon.

Our warning to the darkness,
Sent from the Realm of Gold:
Such corruption has tarnished
By transformation bold.

For life is but a flower
Opening to the Sun.
In light we find our Power,
The day has just begun!

-Amber JoAnn