Some of a violet hue with a thick skin

Some of a violet hue with a thick skin,
some tints of greens and yellows on the edges,
some gradients with pinks, some ochre shades,
some so sweet and so cold, some colorless;

and when the pines stretch into the tall sky
where the luminaries are rising, I am
but a poet without purpose singing within
all these clouds of various spectral color.

Your flavor and your nectar, the fragrance
richer than that of jasmine on the breeze
of a wide gulf; I can taste the value
and contrast of your composition clearly.

Wretched is the poverty of thin branches,
all robustly contoured yet bearing no fruit.