Blue, too.

The winter blues are setting in,

faster faster

from baby blue to indigo,

dark days and darker hues,

each is a new blue.

Snow is around the corner,

light and bright,

waiting to fall in time

with the rise of your chest.

Each sigh is a rain drop

sliding down the panes,

playing tricks on everybody

Going this way and that-a-way.

Azure, cerulean and cornflower blue,

each one is something new,

sticking to my skin,

sinking in and dyeing me, too.