White
White is a new color. A clean color. A quiet color. White is a proud color. White is a color of purity, and life, and hope, joy, and freedom.
White looks like a newborn snowy owl, Antarctica, and my mother’s scarf when she was small.
White sounds like the call of a dove, the roar of a polar bear, and the sound of fluttering paper when you run with it in your hand.
White smells like sour cream, new sneakers, and the rosebush at home.
White feels like floating on a cloud, a pearl necklace, and soft feathers from my pure white feather boa.
White tastes like popcorn, vanilla ice cream, and plain yogurt.
White is a new color. A clean color. A quiet color. White is a proud color. White is a color of purity, and life, and hope, joy, and freedom. White is the coat of a lamb. White is a color that makes me happy. White is snow. White is…white.
July 24th, 2006 at 8:00 pm
Julie,
I really like the poem!!!!!
Greg