Colors of the Season
Tis’ the color of Fall, tis’ in its prime
A splash on this earth, a music, a rhyme
Hues of red, green, yellow, and orange
No leaf unturned, not a single bland grange
What is this color, this palate, this brush?
This spray of luster, so vibrant, so fresh?
The Gods created a new quilt it seems,
Tis’ the season of Fall on the canvas of our dreams
So vivacious, so pristine is the color
Its creators boast and are full of swagger
This festivity, this painting: their creation
the devils surrender, into this magic potion
And yet, its cold, its wintry, its pallid
whilst the heart sings its own versed ballad
It finds no succor, it sees no glaze
It burns no fire within, and no flames ablaze
Can you assuage it, confer it with solace?
It yearns to ignite, for that heart in a far place
Teary and languid of the war with its kin
No joy for it, can the colors of Fall win
The trees, the colors, the scenes have no meaning
They dont bring warmth, even whilst they’re blooming
I call for a change, I challenge thee
Bring the same splendor, to the winter in me!