Amber,
combed from the ancient
shores of the Baltic,
is a living stone.

Lifeblood solidified,
it shines with
a golden light
all its own.

Sometimes red,
or orange or gold,
amber glows like
a steady flame.

Green amber
is jealous,
though it is rarest,
for now they paint
the stuff,
or dye it,
though already dead,
or press it till
it fractures prettily.

So, I stick to the reds
and oranges and golds
(though blues and greens exist)
and let the warmth
keep me from sickness
and sore throats
and malicious spirits.

Amber,
this living stone,
shall stay with me
all my life
and protect me
with its warmth
and light.