Pallette Poem by Terry Hoffman

Red is autumn leaves a-turning,
like a fireplace that's burning.

Pink is rising, dawning sky;
heralds new day, makes me cry.

Yellow is the sunflow'r bright;
what a happy, laughing sight.

Green is the waving meadow grass,
undulating, sensual mass.

Orange brings to mind the fall,
when the flying geese do call.

Black is background for the moon;
I can't wait, it's rising soon.

Gold is for the golden rod,
flow'ring from its humble pod.

Lilacs are a sweet'ning scent;
all too soon, they came and went.

Purple is the damson plum;
I can taste it on my tongue.

Tangerine a glowing fruit,
taste that ever will me suit.

Burgundy is a fine wine;
product of sweet nature's vine.

Aqua is the ocean wide;
rolling waves on which to ride.

Blue is what I cannot feel,
when nature sets my mind a-reel.

Colors are the rainbow's arc,
Bright'ning sky, the rain storm's mark.