By Stacey Woodbridge, with commentary from Srishti Kadu
Black night, I mourn her as though she has gone.
Grey clouds, dispersing to reveal the way.
Silver linings, grace themselves towards me.
Purple skies reassure that light will remain.
Pink roses rest upon the warm wood, as
Yellow as the soft sun shimmering for
Green. Nature innately encasing her
Brings forward unto me a calm of blue.