Here are two color-themed short poems by Robert Frost. I like their economy and smooth use of rhyme. They appeared in his 1923 collection NEW HAMPSHIRE, which was awarded the first of his four Pulitzer Prizes.
FRAGMENTARY BLUE
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here or there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet) —
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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