The pallet of reds, yellows, and oranges.
Reds I adore and treasure.
Sunlight begins to become foreign,
Yet continues her fight to be pleasured.
The air carries a calmness.
The rustle of nature’s wind chime
on the golden leaves is flawless.
Soothes me into the autumnal meantime.
The hues are reminiscent of the eternal goodnight,
Yet enticing and bring me delight.
Fruitless I once was
Angel came to me, dear girl
My undeserved gift.
marching down the street
blossoms of color on the autos
lime green, deep red, powder blue, deep purple.
not just birds singing in the air
horns, sirens, children, garbage trucks.
as there is a rebirth, we are coming to our end.
summer vacation is being counted down
more rapidly with the onset of this urban spring.