My Porcelain Garden Poem by Jacob Underwood

Misty powder blue graces my cheekbones
So Pale and porcelain Like lace agate stones
Watching the blue birds pass by
In a lavender lead sky
I'll roam the gardens rich allium cones

And pale blue wisteria falls in tones
I'll smell the lilacs in the sky's birch thrones
And the garden seeds slips wry
Only for mauve crows to pry
Taking the violets with them in loans

Foxes trot as they lay in pansy scones
With pastel crocus popping up like gemstones
I lay in this garden shy
Like a flower my own high
As I absorb the purple overtones