Soft white wispy mist
Floating in the treetops
Lit by the dawning of a pink morning sun
Tingeing still dark gray clouds.
Warm bluish misty air,
Drifting over verdant mountains
Like your whisper on my cheek.

The deep blue of a clear,crisp sky
Snow white puffy clouds
Parading in random file
On a slow breeze
Throwing cool shadows on
Newly cut bright green grass.
Like the peace you give me.

Flickering yellows
Itinerant white/yellow/red sparks
Off rough logs over curling blue flames
And glowing, golden embers
Warming the room.
Like the comfort of you.

Pulsating deep reds shot with
Exploding purples/blues/greens
Ejecting day-glow pinks and light yellows
Like our passion.

Flat, slate gray clouds low to the horizon
With a fine, cold drizzle
Driven onto barren ground
On a raw, relentless, black wind.
Like your absence

A rainbow fronting roiling storm clouds
Brilliant, highlighted with no end.
Myriads of colors
Blending
Like our love.

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa

To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.