I came across this poem by Peter Howard, and discovered that I do not see the wind as being an individual colour, but as different colours, depending on the situation I experience the wind in...
"The Colours of the Wind
What colour is the wind
That ruffles unseen
The leaves on the trees?
The wind is green.
What colour is the wind
That kissed me I think
With lips like an angel's?
The wind is pink.
What colour is the wind
That takes me from you
Blows our paths apart?
The wind is blue.
What colour is the wind
That fills me with dread
As it fans the flames higher?
The wind is red.
What colour is the wind
That steals from the old
The sweetness of childhood?
The wind is gold.
That steals from the old
The sweetness of childhood?
The wind is gold.
What colour is the wind
That travels by night
Leaving cold drifts of snow?
The wind is white.
That travels by night
Leaving cold drifts of snow?
The wind is white.
What colour is the wind
In the streets of the town
Kicking waste papers?
The wind is brown.
What colour is the wind
That splits with a crack
My old broken heart?
The wind is black."
With each experience of the wind, my emotions and feelings are affected. No matter what the colour of the wind, it is a powerful force that also helps me interpret the feelings I am feeling...
I like the poem!! What would have been more interesting is, if you explained what you felt the colour of the wind is. Other than that, this is a good read!! Well done.
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