Cup of melted goldColor of a warm soft peach,Pearly as the conch shellOn Grandma's bookshelf,Wrapped in green leavesReaching for sunshine.

Woven vinesFrame an airy space,Room for carrots, squash, peppersCarrier for produceApples, pears, ears of cornCradle for visions.

Soft light of morningRests on the bloomLightens my heart As it brightens the room.