I Am The Color Red Poem by James Walter Orr

Of red, I am the chronicle
and name I now, on numbered page,
each episode: love, hate and rage,
that blinds your heart, obscures your trail,
and places stones that tip life’s scale
in ways sometimes ironical.

I am the color red, my light
conveys all warmth throughout world,
breathes life into each small plant curled,
nurtures the love in every heart
that withers not, nor will depart,
but you must tend what I ignite.