Poetry Friday: Chartreuse, Another Color Poem
I compiled all the color poems I’ve written over the last three years of blogging, as well as a few I wrote with my students before The Apples in My…
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I compiled all the color poems I’ve written over the last three years of blogging, as well as a few I wrote with my students before The Apples in My…
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,…
Black Black is the night When there is no light in sight. A rarity these days when instead of stark, Our Earth glows in the dark. Black is…
Learning to Snowshoe The thermometer on my phone told me it was seven below zero (-7) as I awoke to drive 40 pairs of snowshoes to a remote terrain in…
Yellow is a daffodil trumpet, alerting us to spring. Yellow is the sun warming, making all things alive to sing. Joy and happiness, and even hope, too, have an aura of yellow…
Not unlike Frederick the Mouse from the old Leo Lionni story (1967), I feel like I need to gather color in my mind for the long winter days ahead. Below…
Cerulean sounds otherworldly. Can it be? Cerulean: a tinge of deep bluish purple in the vastness of outer space. Rich, yet cold, Cerulean says, “I am deep.” Deep like…
Disclaimer: I wrote this poem over two months ago, I believe on Valentine’s Day. During the months of February and March over the last five years, I have written color…