My colour was autumn
in a fading colour kind of way
as I scrambled for more time
as time slipped away
then my colour was winter
cold bleak and grey
the shortening of daylight
gave more night than day
when my colour was spring
and more light filled the air
I felt for a green time
my happiness was there
but my colour became summer
coming in bright yellow hues
til the landscapes went dry
sun extracted summer dues
now my colour is a rainbow
arching over seasons
casting no shadow
coloured joy without reason
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Oh, I love this! Sean, you have used the metaphor so beautifully and I especially like the concluding stanza…when we let go of expectations, life becomes beautiful.
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