Adventures in Color

Red is a sunset
Blazy and bright
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
Spot on your nose.
Sometimes red
Is a red, red rose
Red squiggles out
When you cut your hand.
Red is a brick and 
A rubber band.
Red is a hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red—
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.
Red is an Indian,
A Valentine heart.
The trimming on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick,
Red is a shout,
Red is a signal
That says: “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Color of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it—
But can you imagine
Living without it?

Gold is a metal 
Gold is a ring 
Gold is a very 
Beautiful thing. 
Gold is the sunshine 
Light and thin 
Warm as a muffin 
On your skin. 
Gold is the moon 
Gold are the stars; 
Jupiter, Venus,
Saturn and Mars, 
Gold is the color of 
Clover honey 
Gold is a certain 
Kind of money. 
Gold is alive 
In a flickering fish 
That lives its life 
In a crystal dish. 
Gold is the answer 
To many a wish. 
Gold is feeling 
Like a king 
It's like having the most 
Of everything – 
Long time ago 
I was told 
Yellow's mother's name 
Is gold...

White is a dove 
And lily of the valley 
And a puddle of milk 
Spilled in an alley -- 
A ship's sail
A kite's tail
A wedding veil
Hailstones and
Halibut bones 
And some people's
Telephones. 
The hottest and most blinding light 
Is white.
And breath is white 
When you blow it out on a frosty night. 
White is the shining absence of all color 
Then absence is white 
Out of touch
Out of sight. 
White is marshmallow 
And vanilla ice cream 
And the part you can't remember 
In a dream.
White is the sound 
Of a light foot walking 
White is the beautiful 
Broken lace 
Of snowflakes falling 
On your face. 
You can smell white 
In a country room 
Toward the end of May 
In the cherry bloom.

Orange is a tiger lily,
A carrot,
A feather from
A parrot,
A flame,
The wildest color
You can name.
Orange is a happy day
Saying good-by
In a sunset that
Shocks the sky.
Orange is brave
Orange is bold
It’s bittersweet
And marigold.
Orange is zip
Orange is dash
The brightest stripe
In a Roman sash.
Orange is an orange
Also a mango
Orange is music
Of the tango.
Orange is the fur
Of the fiery fox,
The brightest crayon
In the box.
And in the fall
When the leaves are turning
Orange is the smell
Of a bonfire burning…