Green

She walks barefoot through sparkling dew,

The grass soothes blisters of lifetimes in motion.

She sings, within excess of lush verdancy

Grown all tall from her devotion.

She bites an apple: Crispin, fresh, temptation.

One could be deceived by her size,

But she has within the quiet power of the woods; who knows

How many wander in the forests of her eyes?

Yellow

He thrives in sunlight – a daffodil, petals open.

You fall ill? He appears with sour lemon and sweet honey,

A smile on his face and a trail of gold shimmer.

In home he watches from windows golden sunny,

His fingers ever dappled with bright gobs of paint.

He is a true friend of the animal and the younger,

But the lonesome love him most of all for

His heart is full; with him one can never hunger.

Orange

In sunsets their ginger curls glow with blinding warmth.

Their hearth burns ever in the centre of their home;

You are always welcome to eat food that sears the tongue.

They are the solid ground found after too long a roam.

Trees drop leaves for them to catch, amber confetti;

Their hugs have restorative powers for the grieved.

Caution: do not stare at them too long, your eyes may

Be damaged when they are perceived.

Red

Crimson lips curve in a smile wide as desire. Feared by her own kind,

Still a heart beats faster as she pulls you in.

Arterial affection, she stamps ownership with lipstick kisses

And bites of love-lust on your cherry-flushed skin.

She is passion’s finest servant. Do not anger her.

In scarlet sight – she garnishes the near walls

With stains to match her soft silk sheets:

Bones beneath the bed, she revels in the spoils of brawls.

Purple

His fingers trace the tragic mottle of raw bruising,

Violent violet; he is never called naïve.

He spills secrets of the cosmos: lavender for love, lilac for

eff-ay-ee. Sceptic or no, to know him is to believe.

Thunder and lightning are his food and drink;

He screams wordless at the heart of the storm.

Visitors stare at his amethyst mirror as it whispers

Come in and be safe, be whole, be warm.

Blue

You see them in the jewels of navy velvet midnight,

Their being defined by the ache in your chest – the sublime.

Do you feel the awe in the depth of the universe?

The voids of our world: aerial and maritime;

You know l’appel du vide as their eyes hold yours.

The waters of their affections will hold and support you

But their sentiments are fickle – a sudden storm

And the currents consume without cue.