Of Color Red
Of all the hues on Nature's palette
Tis the only one,
that at the same inspires,
Both passion and dread
Tis the singular color
that conspires in such fine fashion,
to aptly ascribe to both
the living and the dead
Tis a schizophrenic tint
of unpredictable nature
With both love and hate
described as such
And coined in no common nomenclature
As the outstanding adjective
for cold cruelty,
or torrid touch
It's the ruby refraction
that demands the sight
That commands it's attention
And keeps to it tight
It's the flush rendered bold
When our anger is taken
It's the blush from the cold
To our cheeks when awakened
It's auburn shimmer
of sun highlighted hair
It's the tawny tone
Of rich Tennessee soil
It's the happy stripes
On Christmas candy canes
It's the velvet glow
From lamps of oil
The feverish fire Of summer sunburn
Scarlet rouge on lover's cheek
Rash of rage, so soon to learn from
Petty pouts and puckish pique
It's the red in the eyes of the raven of Poe's
The rising whirl on the barber's sign
The color of children's cold fingers and toes
The omen of danger, of Nature's design
It's the sun when it rises
The sky which it floods
The sun when it sets
And dies bathed in blood
It's a red dress remembered
Rose pressed betwixt pages
It's crimson rings on blackbird wings
And saffron robes on the ages
poem by David Whalen
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