
I'm feeling dated
I lived through avocado green
A mixer sat on my counter
Beside my harvest gold stove
Almond was a relief
From those murky shades
For my next kitchen
I happily bought white appliances
A riot of colour is back
As silicone tools take over
I balk at this brilliant rainbow
Reminiscent
of clothes I wore in the seventies
My metal appliances
and wooden spoons
Sit proudly on my counter
No need to change
I know this is just a passing fashion