Red, yellow, purple, oranges and blue
Are in the sky at sunset; at the sunrise, too.
God is Irish--He likes green color best.
All the trees and grasses in green garments oft-times dress.
God is Saxon, stern and cold.
For snow is white and ice is cold.
The downy clouds are white. And a
White moon peeks; when lovers pledge their truth.
Cotton is white and snowy lambkin's fleece.
God is African--for night is robed in black.
The twinkling stars are black men's eyes.
The black clouds, tempests tell.
While little seeds of flowers birthed are
Tans and brown and black. . . .
Published in The Crisis, May 1925