Pink (poem by me)

Pink is the blooming 

Color of spring 

Pink is a delicate 

And gauzy thing 

The sound of pink 

Is a baby’s giggle 

As it coos and smiles 

And wiggles. 

Pink was the sun 

As it rose 

Pink is the majority 

Of my clothes. 

Pink is the rainbow’s 

Hidden shade 

Pink is the feeling 

In the middle of the day 

When the grump 

of the morning 

Begins to fade. 

Pink are the summer’s 

Evening skies 

Pink are the creases 

‘Round a grandmother’s eyes. 

And though many people 

Dislike pink, 

Pink is more beautiful 

Than you think…

(inspired by Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O'Neill)