You came into the world red-faced, howling;
Your eyes the tumultuous blue of a storm-wrecked sea.
You’d weathered a storm to see me, screamed to the skies
As you were borne, tempest-tossed, into a strange new world.
Now, your eyes, the clear blue of a summer morning;
Your smile an incandescent thing that can dispel the darkest clouds.
You were never meant for December: your aster eyes shine,
Joy blooms across your face like a perpetual April.
This was written for OctPoWriMo – late, during a bust weekend! – and is a blank verse poem written for the color prompt.