Loss

An abstract poem using paint chips/sample (with color names) as inspiration; the theme is losing a loved one.

Olive fringed fleece

Draped over plain sheets.

The vacant room 

Smelled fresh as spring.

Floral breeze

Invaded the room.

Green silk 

Attempted to block it.

Through hidden secret passages,

Floral breeze intruded.

The room smelled fresh as spring, 

But my heart felt like winter,

Thin as ice.

For spring had always been

Your favorite season.

And green 

Your favorite color.