By Ron Pickett
The dawn sun reflects from windows across the valley.
It makes me warm with excitement.
I love color; I always have.
I love the yellow-green of newly erupted leaves in the sun.
I love the red straws of the bottle brush
I love neutral greys, taupes, and tans –
Not so much for themselves,
But for the setting they give to oranges and deep chocolate browns.
I love the blue-grey of shadows – for their color,
And for the shape they give.
I love the ruby red of lasers; the brilliant green of an LED –
They’re new colors and most of humanity will not recognize them.
I love fluorescent lights for the different way they offer to see things.
I marvel at a field of ranunculus, or lavender, or tulips.
I love a field of rows of corn or beans or lettuces.
I am delighted by the blues of roofs in Santorini and doors in Egypt.
Of the cerulean blue of the sky.
And the unworldly iridescence of a moth’s wing.
Color, don’t know what I’d do without it!
Ron Pickett is a retired naval aviator with over 250 combat missions and 500 carrier landings. His 90-plus articles have appeared in numerous publications. He enjoys writing fiction and has published five books: Perfect Crimes – I Got Away with It, Discovering Roots, Getting Published, EMPATHS, and Sixty Odd Short Stories.
Published in Borderless Journal January, 2023