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March writing prompt challenge #1

March Writing Challenge - Prompt #1

"If March were a color, what color would it be? Write about how you know."


First thoughts lead me to readily saying March is the color green. 

Green, for Spring and all things that grow. 

Green, for warm days (and rowdy kids that love to run outside, going to and fro).

Green, like streetlights that give permission to go.


Green, for holidays like St. Patrick's Day.

Green, for Easter (if that calendar falls that way).

Green, for constant friendships that are here to stay.

Green, because (as my grandpa used to say), 

"It's God's favorite color" and He likes it that way.


But maybe, upon closer inspection, March isn't so bold, so lush, so green.

Maybe March is more serene. 

Maybe cool like the yellow of a daffodil. 

Or light blue, like the sight of the sky from a windowsill.

Or lavender, light pink, or seafoam, if you will.

Maybe March is the color of standing still.

Seeking God's face and inquiring of His will.


Maybe March is for getting older.

Bolder.

or  simply becoming a beholder.


Maybe March is for the madness of games.

Or maybe March - (being opposite of its very name)

 - isn't the color of moving at all.

Maybe it's the mirror of the color of Fall.

The colors of changing, of pause and reflection.

The colors of the past mixed with a new direction.


I don't know now which color to pick.

If March were a color (It seems like a trick.)

Here I've written just a few ideas and clues,

If March had a color palette and preferred its own hue.





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