"annie is the color of...."

annie is the color of
the sea just below the foam and
above the deep

her heart is as strong as the robin's egg
that needs two million pecks to
release its gift

her eyes are deep, gentle, and knowing
with shards of sea glass light
dancing like laughter
upon waters that heal and refresh and
nourish a family and now
her own awakening artist soul

annie is the color of a lullaby
the satin binding on a baby's blanket
faded and sacred to a mother's
cheek

she is the shade of hydrangea blossoms
as they dry and
fade in baskets on a farm table

she is the
delicate shade of an aquamarine
mined from
granite mountains broken open
by ten thousand
springs that waken on
warm days when snow
surrenders to the
sun
and pours through the
canyon
searching for the color
of annie in
the grays of stone and shale

she is the color
that the wind
paints in
brisk strokes
upon a
lake in Harrison, Maine
a slatey, green-ish blue that
only comes
when gray clouds
hover
turning
water into something
a painter
aches to capture
before the rain
begins to fall

she is the shade of brackish
water
a
sea captain's bride
dreams
will be the color of
her baby's eyes

annie is
a color to
be treasured...
held in the hand

a sand
burnished,
transluscent
shade of
water
turned to
stone

she
is
the
color
of
sea
glass....