mahogany is the color i see

swirled throughout the dark woods

i am not as scared as i should be

the sky’s a hue of rust and blood

turquoise is the color of splashing

the soft ocean crashing

my family and friends smiling

my papa and i fishing

red is the color that is fleeting

planted all around me

i see roses in my papa’s front yard

but the color drains

as it does in everything

white is the color sparkling

in the cold winter sun

sometimes colored yellow

disregarding its new york beauty

blue is the smell of bursting

blueberry pancakes made

each sunday when i wake

they splatter on my shirt

like the blue rain in ireland

that falls just like home