What a word.
And what a world it would be without it.
A black-and-white world would be, well…
A horse of a different color.
Buildings around town sport new hues.
Lorene’s house on Live Oak:
Gone (nearly) is the Pepto-Bismol pink.
In its place, a well-mannered tan.
Don’s office on Ft. McKavitt:
Coffee latte brown.
Trimmed in fresh cream and pippin green.
You can get all colors of paint at Mason Building Supply.
Or R.Grosse & Sons.
From Old Latin colos, says Trusty Webster.
Meaning, “a covering.”
To conceal, to hide.
You can color the truth.
But the truth will out.
People then show their true colors.
Or makes us stop in our tracks.
Such as a red light.
Maybe you are a person of color.
Or one with a colored past.
Walk around the square and take in the local color.
Get some color in those cheeks.
Football season’s here.
Defend our school colors!
Soon leaves will turn color.
As the long, hot summer departs.
And none too soon.
Two months in the 90s and 100s.
Color us done.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.