Autumn Gems
a poem by Yehuda Kassif
The air is crystal clear before the sun,
With its thousands Mexican fire opal hues,
Rises on jasper mountains
A misty setting for the new-day prayers.
In aquamarine sky, touches of golden-edged clouds
Move slowly from west to east.
Leaving traces of shiny sparkles
Like mica flakes in aventurine rocks.
Under small tourmaline rosemary bushes,
Diamond dew-beads moisturize
Peridot grass and reeds,
Enabling agate snails to weave
Shiny paths into silvery lace.
Near warm citrine yellow beaches,
Small hematite fish play hide-and-seek
With ripping gentle waves,
While the dark, chilly, deep-sapphire sea
Cradles pearls in their alga covered oysters.
First juicy mandarin oranges and amethyst grapes
Are peeking between emerald leaves.
And shady groves in full blossom
Lavishly spread their scent into onyx nights.
And after opal moon escorted by topaz stars
Will glide down the Milky Way,
Pink morganite cheeks with pearly smiles
Will hand you poppies red like rubies
Saying – Our hearts are widely open – Please come.
With its thousands Mexican fire opal hues,
Rises on jasper mountains
A misty setting for the new-day prayers.
In aquamarine sky, touches of golden-edged clouds
Move slowly from west to east.
Leaving traces of shiny sparkles
Like mica flakes in aventurine rocks.
Under small tourmaline rosemary bushes,
Diamond dew-beads moisturize
Peridot grass and reeds,
Enabling agate snails to weave
Shiny paths into silvery lace.
Near warm citrine yellow beaches,
Small hematite fish play hide-and-seek
With ripping gentle waves,
While the dark, chilly, deep-sapphire sea
Cradles pearls in their alga covered oysters.
First juicy mandarin oranges and amethyst grapes
Are peeking between emerald leaves.
And shady groves in full blossom
Lavishly spread their scent into onyx nights.
And after opal moon escorted by topaz stars
Will glide down the Milky Way,
Pink morganite cheeks with pearly smiles
Will hand you poppies red like rubies
Saying – Our hearts are widely open – Please come.
I came across this poem the other day and it instantly made me smile. It reminded me how the history and meanings of gemstones cross every generation and every culture. This poem was written in the Town of Jerusalem on November 11, 2001. The author is a jewelry designer, graphic designer, artist, and poet. Since 1985 he has held the position of General Manager of the Israel Precious Stones and Diamonds Exchange (IPSDE). Read more gemstone poetry from around the world at http://www.gemstone.org/gem-features/poems/index.html.
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