Colouring Winter

‘Red-breasted robin where are you?

You usually have no shyness as you hop close asking for food.
The green bin screams watch out!

Is that flower violet, indigo, blue? So many words, which one is correct?
The red-yellow – orange bursting flesh of the pomegranate, shall I buy it?

A Chinese man once told me it is good for the skin
‘Makes it young’.

A German woman once told me to wear colour as I get old.

You never see Indian women wearing black saris.

The English wear black in winter in mourning for the sun.

But they should wear violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red to celebrate the rainbow waiting just below the murky light.