COLOURS
Someone posted this little bird
And before I'd even read a word
I was drawn to these gentle hues;
Maybe not ones Gauguin would choose
But 'I like the colours'. Yes, she said it.
It hadn't loaded when I read it.
As the picture moved on down
I was surprised to see just brown!
I had expected something bright,
Some yellow, red or green delight,
Something to flash and flare and flurry,
Something to grab me in a hurry.
Something to jangle and distract,
Something vivid, action-packed.
She mentioned 'colour', I thought 'paint',
Something wild, without restraint.
Then, when I saw this little fellow,
With his feathers mild and mellow,
With that gentle, autumn brown,
With that snowy touch of down,
I thought 'subtle' and I could see
I 'liked his colours', as did she.
6 comments:
Beautiful I reminds me of the birds we have here on the prairie. The are all earth toned. Not at all like the colorful ones I knew on the East Coast.
But they are my birds now; they share the traits, the antics, the songs, the vigor of life and I love them all.
A lesson learned - one can't judge even a bird by the color of it's feathers!
Sometimes in an array of dazzling colors.... we forget the beauty in the subtle ones..!!
A nice poem to remind us that. Thank you.
I like this. At times, colour do overshadow the simple ones.
dad, will you walk one more time with me?
There is welcome in these subtle colors. Beautiful.
Soothing colors and very pleasant! Nicely written...
Enjoyed the autumn brown of the little fellow
the rhyme was indeed soft and mellow.
Post a Comment