The Colors of My Days.

On red days, I am warm
Like a song.
Something jazzy and mellow
About love.
About having it and losing it.
Played in soft rhythms
By Kenny G, Or Ronnie Laws
Or in rich syncopation
By Jesse Cook, Or Ramsey Lewis
Sung in smooth tones
By Sade, Or Michael Bolton
Or in soulful abandon
By Nat-the king, Or Mary J.
On red days, I am warm
Like a song.


On black days, I am hopeful
Like a tree.
Bare limbs Stretch to the sky
Petitioning the sun.
Work-worn hands Reach out
With gnarled fingers.
Naked eyes Stare
Seeking you.
On black days, I am hopeful
Like a tree.




On blue days, I am jealous
Like a breeze.
Toppling hats, Lifting skirts
Cutting through crowds,
Clearing paths, Pushing people.
Bending others to my sway
Changing minds, Changing worlds.
On blue days
I am jealous
Like a breeze.


On purple days, I am annoyed
Like an owl.
Watching by night
In silent anticipation
Scanning dark reaches,
With heightened vision.
Keeping my lone vigil,
Hushed.
On purple days
I am annoyed
Like an owl.


On yellow days, I am nervous
Like a coyote.
Stalking rocky hillsides,
In crowded solitude.
Singing at moonlight
With soul, With my heart.
Hunting and hunted
I call to you
On yellow days, I am nervous
Like a coyote.


On green days, I am stubborn
Like an icicle.
Holding tenaciously to the edge
By will, By fingertips.
Taking my time, inch by inch,
Till I’m done.
Immovable, adamant
On my schedule.
On green days, I am stubborn
Like an icicle.


On orange days, I am cold,
Like a clown.
Laughing or laughed at
In rancor, and fun.
Seeing to your needs
Caretaker, Caregiver.
Observing your reaction
With a sneer, sedate.
On orange days, I am cold
Like a clown.