White.
White is a marshmallow,
      All soft and chewy.
White is a cloud, All wispy and bright.
White is the color of a blinding snowfall at night, when
you trip over your snowman who gives you a fright.
I see visions of ghosts at Halloween, and
 skeletons, too, with a brilliantly blinding scheme.
You cannot go wrong with White
      For it matches, matches everything in sight!
White is the color of cotton sheets and a new softball,
      the plate in front of the catcher’s mound, for all.
A new baby’s Christening blanket, velvety sweet,
    White makes me think of all those scallops
I love to eat!
White carnations in the happy groom’s tuxedo,
is something to celebrate instead of the torpedo.
White is the smell of peppermints in a box,
      Freshening all who partake after lox.
Easter Lilies adorning the alter anew,
white is a witness for all good and true.
Some might not consider it a color at all,
but white is what works when no others come to call.
Nurses, Lilies, Infants, a Fresh snowfall and more,
White is a color that should never ever bore.
So welcome white to your world like no other,
It won’t fail you, but be true just like your own
brother.
White.
Today is Poetry Friday. It is hosted this week by my juicy little universe on Blogspot. Earlier this week, the Slice of Life Challenge ended where bloggers had the chance to write daily for the month of March. The Slice of Life Challenge continues on Tuesdays throughout the year. Please check twowritingteachers.org for information on joining that supportive community of writers.
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