I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.
—Dewitt Bodeen (1908–1988)
The grapes
that need frost to ripen them
are amber and grow deep in the
hedge, half-concealed,
the way your beauty grows in long tendrils
half in darkness.
—Denise Levertov (b. 1923)
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
—Katharine Lee Bates (1859–1929)