With the paintbrush of maturity,
I choose my favorite color:
It is the turquoise
in warm oceans and skies overhead.
It is puffy white clouds,
the gentle sparkle of newly fallen snow,
and the spray from waves crashing
onto rocky shore.
It is the purple
of distant mountains,
crocuses in spring,,
and the little flowers
with the yellow centers
growing on the sides
of the road.
It is the pink and mauve
of seashells, ladyslippers, and
chrysanthemums.
It is the sunset sky
painted lavendar, orange and gray
and the autumn leaves
of reds, yellows, and browns.
It is the redbrown sand
blowing across an Arizona desert
and the red rock reaching
for that turquoise sky.
It is the greens
of deep-pined forests and
dew-wet grass.
It's the yellow
of dandelions, daffodils, and
the noon day sun,
and the darker tones
of goldenrod and
brown-eyed susans.
It's the black
of the midnight sky and
the brilliance of a thousand
twinkling stars.
It is the raven-hued moon
as she turns her shimmery face
on the silver in my hair
and the blue of my lover's eyes.
What is my favorite color, you ask?
Mine is the color of Life.
