A Poem About the Beautiful Colors of Nature

Let's enjoy the good things in life

Colors
by Margaret E. Sangster

I love color.
I love flaming reds,
And vivid greens,
And royal flaunting purples.
I love the startled rose of the sun at dawning,
And the blazing orange of it at twilight.

I love color.
I love the drowsy blue of the fringed gentian,
And the yellow of the goldenrod,
And the rich russet of the leaves
That turn at autumn-time....
I love rainbows,
And prisms,
And the tinsel glitter
Of every shop-window.

I love color.
And yet today,
I saw a brown little bird
Perched on the dull-gray fence
Of a weed-filled city yard
And as I watched him
The little bird
Threw back his head
Defiantly, almost,
And sang a song
That was full of gay ripples,
And poignant sweetness,
And half-hidden melody.

I love color....
I love crimson, and azure,
And the glowing purity of white.
And yet today,
I saw a living bit of brown,
A vague oasis on a streak of gray,
That brought heaven
Very near to me.

In this time of political chaos in the United States and abroad, I thought this beautiful poem would be a great relief and distraction from all the awful things happening. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Margaret E. Sangster's poem "Colors" is a beautiful reflection on the power of color and the simple moments in life that bring joy and wonder. The poem starts by celebrating the vibrancy of colors—the bold reds, greens, and purples, and the stunning transitions in nature, like the sunrise and sunset. These colors represent not just energy and beauty, but also the breathtaking variety of the world, a variety that never fails to amaze us.

She continues by admiring more gentle, natural colors: the blues of flowers, the yellows of goldenrod, and the earthy colors of autumn leaves. She also appreciates the playful colors of rainbows and the glittering lights of shop windows, showing how color can delight us in nature and everyday life.

However, the poem takes an interesting turn. Despite her love for these bright and bold colors, she finds something equally beautiful in the simple, ordinary sight of a little brown bird sitting on a gray fence in a drab city yard. It's not the bird's color that stands out, but its joyful song—full of life, sweetness, and hidden melody. This moment reveals that beauty doesn't always come in vibrant colors; sometimes, it's in the slightest unexpected places, like a humble brown bird.

The poem closes by reminding us that while she loves the richness of color, sometimes a simple, unremarkable sight—a brown bird on a gray fence—can make us feel connected to something much larger and more profound, even if heaven is nearby. This sense of connection to the larger world brings us a feeling of unity and belonging.

This poem gently teaches us that beauty is everywhere, in life's quiet, simple moments.