Sunset
Bright yellow first
Daffodils on the longest summer day
In the perfect sunny afternoon
Lemons bought from the local grocer
The ones that smell more like candy than fruit
Bananas bought at just the right moment
Just after all their greenness is gone
A little darker then;
Ripe corn on the stocks in the garden
Just emerging, golden yellow in August
Wheat in a breeze, bending over
Shimmering in dark yellow ripeness
Pages of old, old books that say something important
They hold the musty scent that can’t be disliked
Orange emerges triumphant
Cantaloupe when you manage to cut it at the right time
It’s orange sweetness tastes exactly like a perfect kiss
Fresh mango that reminds you of exotic adventures
Whether you have actually gone or not
Peaches plucked, perfect.
Ripe, their orange transitioning darker, gradient
Darker burning orange
Autumn leaves just ready to fall
So you can rake them up just to jump in
The campfire built by you to know you could do it
Not simply for warmth but for the enjoyment of flame
Monarch wings, a bright spot in the bluest sky
And something about creature and color say there’s something to fly to
Burning bright red now
A robin’s breast, soft and delicate and warm
Life surrounds and surprises even when you’re not looking
Hot peppers that you ate on a dare
Your burning mouth and tearing eyes hardly affect your triumph
The color of her dress as you dip her on the dance floor
Whether you let her fall means everything in the world
Deep desirous red
Wedding roses, a sharp contrasting red
Next to a white that shows in our differences we are made stronger
Ripe cherries, juicy and dark red, and beautiful
The perfect sweetness is bred from patience as much as nature
A heart, ecstatically pumping as you see just the right person
Walking towards you, to talk to you
Nearing purple,
The grapes passed when walking somewhere more important
But you can’t help but appreciate the wet fruity smell
Violets that grow on a forgotten grave, now crumbling
Somehow it feels like it matters that they’re there
Fairy dust seems to feel real when you look at the sky
And see everything transformed into a cool purple
Darkening now
Cornflower blue, like the irises of his perfect eyes
They seem to hold so much feeling, though it may not be for you
Storm clouds swirling, a dark blue-gray
Somehow the rain manages to come just when you feel blue enough to enjoy it
Swelling oceans toss and turn revealing nothing
But as you watch the hypnotizing motion, suddenly you know
Nighttime now
A swarm of crows overtakes the sky, coating the light
But there’s something so beautiful about the way they fly
It’s hard to really miss it
The sky grows onyx, like the pupils of the person
Who never knew what they taught you about yourself
Or how much they mattered
The sun moves out of the way
But not without a dramatic exit.