I've planted some thought seeds, and this is what has grown.
Come rest under a poetree, or take a leaf home to brighten up your room.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
There are fourteen different families of yellow. We usually think of primary yellow, the poster child, the yellow who fills in smiley faces, but that is only one. They are not all the same:
The deep overripe-banana yellow and his cousin, the yellow of headlights-in-fog. The bright yellow of lemons and her best friend, the sharp sunlight-after- rain-in-midmorning. In fact, it takes a whole slew of aunts and uncles just to get the sun across the sky, not to mention all of the grandchildren who take care of the glancing sunbeams.
There's the yellow of egg yolks, who moonlights in traffic lights for some extra cash. The melancholy yellow of jaundiced skin, and the pale yellow in faded laundry stains, that may once have been punch or chocolate, but are now tired blotches of left-over. Other yellows petal the countless flowers of spring, and flesh out the full ears of fall corn.
Yellows warm us in our nightlights, cheer us in our birthday candles, and smile at us from gold-rimmed spectacles. Yellows paint our walls and ceilings with the patterns of home when the roof leaks. Yes, there are fourteen families of yellow. And we need them all.