Skip Black

The Little Black Dress has power

Black is slimming, forgiving

But wrong for us.

Dearest Friend

Black diminishes and

Hides our light.

The ones you miss

Would strew your path

With marigolds, yellow as the sun.

And feed you berries

Grown on a hill charged purple

By their fruit.

Black is for a lake

On a moonless night or

Frames holding moments.

We can forgive our own sadness

So heart-sister, please

Step from the shadows.

We’ll dress in tangerine, scarlet

And twirl on grass

pink with clover.

Until your eyes, bluer than the sea

Or grandmother’s forget-me-nots

Remember how to shine.