What's your favourite colour?

When I was little I knew
My favourite colour was purplepinksilverandgold.
I liked sparkles and horses and unicorns and things with wings.

Now when I think about it I wonder
Was it really my favourite? Or was it chosen for me
I can't remember.

I remember when I moved to Maine
In the summer, it took a while to make new friends.
There was this one girl who was
so cool. I figured out that she was popular.
She lived in my neighbourhood and we were friends.

I wanted to be cool, too.  We were at the age where it was
Cool for girls to like boy colours.
I liked blue. Blue was a cool colour.

I told her blue was my favourite colour.
I think blue was her favourite colour, too.

I had a lot of blue clothes. Blue looked good on me
Looks good on me
With my skin, my hair, my eyes.

Years later, when I thought about my favourite colour
When I choose between colours for a shirt I like
My mood isn't as clear anymore.

This shade of purple goes well with the grey stripe
Or this orange feels bright and summery
The green is nice too.

I thought back to when I decided blue was my favourite colour.
I recognized it for the decision it was. Not a realization.
Was it my favourite colour now?
Is it still blue above all others
Or is it blue and purple and maybe green, too

And oh the shades.  And where you find them
Each sunset a magnificent blend of royal purples and
burnt orange, rouge, pink, and gold
Or a gentle wash of rose-tinted clouds.
Beautiful and always different.

I love the bright green of leaves in sunlight
Darker needles of pine, and key lime pie.
I love a bold, sexy red, the darker shades of wine
And the rustic tones of Autumn.
Orange, citrus bright, cantaloupe or paler peach
Yellow lemons, morning light, cookies and envelopes.
Lavender, lilac, mulberry, and mauve. Mountains and
Berries and my bed sheets, too.

And ocean blues. Slate gray and hints of steel
Crests of white and sea-foam green
Deep, dark depths,
And warm, shallow tropical shelves
All so captivating, pools reflecting sky
The sky at morning, noon, and night
Cloud-strewn or clear, always a sight
Of beauty.

I remember when I was little
And kids discussing favourite colours
Could always agree upon one thing:
Brown is not my favourite.

But brown is beautiful.
Coffees and chocolates,
And oh the shades found in nature.
Different striations, rock formations, sands
Horses and puppies and foxes.

What is gold, but a paler bronze,
yellow Glorified.
Silver and gray, I appreciate both
And while we're on the subject,
Black and white, too.

Not colours, you say? I don't care.
White all colours in light
And black all colours in paint
An absence or contrast
And worth our attention.

Zebras and books, snow covered branches
Shadows and light.

What's my favourite colour? That's pretty hard to say.
It changes more than twice a day

What an annoying question.