Several years ago for a writing assignment, I had to describe a color without using the name. I had fun with this and equally enjoyed my fellow classmates descriptions of colors. I decided to revive this piece and I hope you will enjoy it.
I am the daffodil or buttercup in the spring.
I am the brilliant leaves of the quaking Aspen in the fall.
Don’t call me a coward—though that term has often been associated with me.
When you see a school bus, a caution sign, or a warning light, you see me.
I am the light in the window on a dark night.
I am the Labrador Retriever curled up by the fire.
I am the fire, but I am not harsh.
Look upon the beautiful Topaz and find me there.
I am saffron.
I am lemon.
I am warm like a summer day.
Sometimes I am soft as moonlight, other times brilliant as the sun.
A song written about me says that I am mellow.
I am vibrant.
I am alive.
I am yellow.