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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Glass

Mosaic

Work of glass

Light plaited 

Candy apple red, 

Rose, rust, 

Amber, blue, 

Green, orange,

White, pink zig-zags 

Woven ribbons

Arrows shining 

Colors inside and out

Wedding Flowers

This bouquet graced a table 

At the wedding day of my son

Aren't they bright and sweetest?

Aren't they beautiful and fun?

White, the white of wedding gown,

White for purity, Pink for joy!

Baby's breath is for promises,

Blue for the eyes of my boy.

Pink, Red, White

Apple,

Your pink satin holds a

Blush of deep red and

Traces of spring's pale green.

Apple,

Your red dress hides 

Underclothes laceless

Over flesh of snowy white.

Apple,

Your inner core holds

Treasures of future trees in

Brown capsules of seeds.