Wednesday, December 3, 2014

What Color?


What man has written man may read; 
But God fills every root and seed 
With cryptic words, too strangely set
For mortals to decipher yet. 
CHARLES DALMON


What Color?
by Elece Hollis
Some colors we cannot define.
Here is blue. No red, maybe purple?
 There is gold of light and white 
Color bleeds through
Layers itself, bunches up
To make it's heart stronger,
Then shies back like
A young girl showing Daddy her new dress
November hydrangea
Tinged with wine and buttoned with sky
Lined with indigo 
Streaked and speckled with snow white 
Back-lit with orange and brown and green
Color not waiting to be named,
 But changing every second 
With the song of the autumn wind,
The warm caress of afternoon sunlight,
 The cold touch of night's hand,
 The frosty breath of 
Morning.


©2014 Elece Hollis


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1 comment:

  1. As a person who is sensitive to color - I love this!

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