The Hues That Visit Me
Most days I’m basking in sweet Yellow’s hue.
Despite some woes, I often do okay.
Perhaps I’ll fret or feel a little Blue.
But even then, I search for just one ray
of sunshine! Other colors visit me.
From time to time, I feel Red’s passion stir
inside me, but (and very thankfully)
I’m not a friend of Black, the torturer,
although I’ve spied his shadow at my door.
The Green-eyed monster seldom do I see,
but Green and Blue of nature I adore!
And when I surge with creativity -
approaching Lavender - I feel I’m whole,
for then. . . . imagination takes my soul.
Gordon Lightfoot song title used:
Approaching Lavender
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