All the Colors
With all the colors of the rainbow
glowing in their hue,
I find the one I love the most
is the shining ray of blue.
It’s the color of the open sky
on a clear and gentle day—
the same that shimmers through the waves
where sunlight warms the bay.
Of all the colors evening brings,
the one I love by far
is the white that softly flickers
in the first and quiet star.
It glows upon the branches
when daylight fades to trees—
the silver light of twilight
dancing on their leaves.
Of all the seasons in a year,
the one I love most of all
is the bronze and red of branches
when the summer turns to fall.
It is the rainbow’s missing shade,
the hue the heavens knew—
the color of the stars at night
when kissed with drops of dew.
M.W. Larcinese is a museologist and metalsmith from West Bloomfield, Michigan.
An uplifting, Wordsworth-esque piece of poetry, MW.
Thanks for the read.
Thank you, Paul — I truly appreciate the kind comparison and the time you took to comment.
Mattthew, beautiful rhyme and imagery.
Beautiful description of nature’s palette and its application of colors. Well done.
Thank you! Your support and response are always truly appreciated.
Thank you, Roy — your comment means a great deal. I’m grateful you took the time to read it.
You have to decide — do you want your even-numbered lines indented, or not?
The way you have it now, with random indentation, is pointlessly sloppy.
Thank you for reading and commenting — I appreciate the time.
The formatting you see on the webpage isn’t the original layout I submitted; the poem was formatted as continuous left-aligned stanzas without the printed markers that appear online. I’m following up with the editors to see if that can be adjusted.
Grateful you took the time to read it
Matthew, I’ve reformatted the poem, thanks.
Thanks, Mike — much appreciated. It looks great now.