The Colours of the Wind


What colour is the wind
That ruffles unseen
The leaves on the trees?
The wind is green.

What colour is the wind
That kissed me I think
With lips like an angel's?
The wind is pink.

What colour is the wind
That takes me from you
Blows our paths apart?
The wind is blue.

What colour is the wind
That fills me with dread
As it fans the flames higher?
The wind is red.

What colour is the wind
That steals from the old
The sweetness of childhood?
The wind is gold.

What colour is the wind
That travels by night
Leaving cold drifts of snow?
The wind is white.

What colour is the wind
In the streets of the town
Kicking waste papers?
The wind is brown.

What colour is the wind
That splits with a crack
My old broken heart?
The wind is black.


Poetry copyright © Peter Howard.


Illustration copyright © Andrea McKenzie.
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(Children who have been born blind often have trouble understanding the idea of colour. Sometimes they're told that everything they can feel has a colour and they ask "What colour is the wind?" because they can feel the wind on their face.)
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