Red is powerful in Spiderman’s arms, and gentle when it shines in Christmas lights. White stars on blue, made all the brighter by read stripes woven with white. Tractor hubs are bright red and make her go even faster down the road. Honey Crisped red apples give juicy sweetness to the day. 

I am not often red with anger, but easily redden in embarrassment, especially when I laugh with others at a joke and then have to ask someone to explain it. Red is the color of love, at least in roses, hearts, and wine.

The jacket is blue with three white stripes running down the sleeves and across the back. His head is covered with a blue hood, it was earlier too, about 6:50AM as he sat under the table. I wonder if monks wish their shrouds were blue? Maybe he wants some blueberries or, he’s just blue today.

Sparkly blue, his eyes smile and light up my world. His blue shirt is rough woven, speckled now with oil and dirt from the pressure washer. The blue brim of his hat covers the sandy brown hair. Blue jeans rumple around well-worn boots.