Colors of change

November 3, 2013 at 4:32 pm (Poetry)

 

They say fall’s colors are summer’s last smile before winter comes.

They say change is part of the natural order of things, it is life.

They say colors are in the eye of the beholder, you and I.

Bright tropical hues are no match for the prairie fall.

The golden hues of harvest echoes against the

leaves that burn in the sunlight red, gold an’

yellow as gems in a pirate’s treasure horde.

Sunsets and sunrises stain the skies in

ways that only God’s angelic artists

could imagine. Blue skies stretch

endless across golden plains an’

clouds shade them from dark

to bright and the night! Oh

the northern lights they

dance and stretch

across the skies.

 

 

They say change is something we have to face, it is a part of life.

They say change colors us, and we see change through the

lens of our life, of our experience, of our rose colored

glasses. Love colored glasses. Pain colored glasses.

Stained dark or bright, nothing is as it it is but

it is always as we are. Hopeful or full of fear.

They say only the brave hold change in

their hands and shake it until they

get what they need from it.  The

rest of us just wait for the fall

of leaves, dreams and the

old waiting for the new

to arrive and show

us what the hue

of change is.

 

They say change comes every moment, every choice makes change.

Colors, they say, are not always seen the same. Animals, often

are blamed for being color blind but instead only see the

colors that matter most to them. Bulls bright orange.

Bees see the sweetest flowers and butterflies too.

Dogs see colors muted and not so bright but he

who has a nose that good doesn’t need red

or blue for life to be complete. Some tho

see the colors as warm or cold, heat

and light become color and then

my mind starts to wonder

at the reality of color

and the truth of

change. What

if it is all the

same and

we are

just

….

 

Thinking about color with Claudia for Poetics today at dVerse Poets, and as I watch the fall leaves and frozen apples hanging for birds to enjoy, I am thinking about colors and change. The bright hues of fall are our farewell before the monotones of winter, the bright contrasts of cold weather in the north, and yet change too is in us, and that is colored too – by our thoughts, ideas and experience. Going a bit deep perhaps but it is where my muse is leading me.