Analysis of Colors of Us 

Color of the fresh buttercup

under a pale chin,

the loyalty of dear friends

Of amber patches of sun and

fresh cookies baked,

gleaming warmth from the sun

It is the color of his straw hair

the color of chrysanthemums

paired with goldenrod

It is also a color that fades quickly and

lasts short periods before transforming

Leaving on the destructive wind

Color of serene stormy eyes,

clear unshaken skies,

crystal clear serene waters

wintry clear days,

tranquil fresh lakes,

The color of her dazzling inquisitive eyes

Holder of so many different hues,

soothing as a mother’s hug or

cold as the loss of a bond,

soothing as a creek flowing or

fearsome as a raging flood,

and can save a life or steal it away

Color of fresh spring days,

the symbol of eternal rebirth

of his jewel jade eyes

of the reborn forest out the window

feeling of cool refreshment

the wandering wind offers you

It is cheerfully relaxing but can also grow

to be a defiant monster at your door

Color of smoldering, frail embers,

the enchanting clouds at dusk

blooming blushing flowers

Hot happy days,

mosaic perfect fall nights,

crunchy brittle leaves,

fresh tender berries

The color of her fiery hair and

holder of many unsent letters

The feeling of harmless love

and the very color rushing within all of us

Of a carefully kept flame on a fragrant candle

that alone will grow untamed

Color the oppressive darkness,

giving space for the envious monsters to grow

the leaves leaving on the frigid wintry wind,

Of grieving the rainbow,

the helpless distance of two lovers.

Of the lines that decorate the scarred pale arms

It is the color of standing alone on the darkest nights

It is also the color of death,

and it taints all other colors.

It swallows the love and

replaces it with feverish foolish doubts

It is the condemning of us,

of the end of the colors of us.