The Color White
By Elece Hollis
Spring is yellow forsythia and daffodils, red of tulips, hyacinth purple, white crocus, lilies and all shades of bright.
Summer is every color under the sky-blue, it’s every shade of green, white clover, and red roses a picket fence.
Fall has crimson apples, sunflowers, leaves of orange, yellow, and Sweetgum purple, honeysuckle, and white of frost on the windows.
Winter is brown and gray, but holds white of the first falling snow, white of moon’s shine and sparkling stars.
White is a country church’s freshly painted steeple, white flesh of a river trout, of salt, of a lamb’s wool
White of new cotton socks, white of sifted bread flour, white of butterfly wings and angel robes in Christmas plays.
White is drifting clouds, white of pages between the lines, of coconut milk, a polar bear fur, of egret’s feathers.
White of a bride’s gown, a porcelain sink, powdered sugar, whipped cream for pumpkin pie, white of wave crests and thundering waterfalls,
I love white. White is every color, every place, every season––every rhyme.