These ever-changing colors of spring conjure up this gem from Emily Dickinson:
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
What a blessing to live in a world of color. And poems - isn't "Spending scarlet like a woman" a provacative line? Next week Iíll have some colorful haiku poems from fourth graders!
Enjoy the Poetry Friday roundup today hosted by Kate at Book Aunt.