Cycles of Colour

Change, it’s as simple as a quick rotation , flip the thoughts and there is graduation

Blue

feels cool, as a salty taste of ocean reveals underwater forests of seaweed

green

as the freshly cut grass with the sunshine burning its newly exposed tips

yellow

bananas curves boldly onto themselves, hugging in the fruit bowl a zesty

orange

the flickering flame that licks the metal, heating its elemental core till it turns

red

and juicy the lipgloss stained mouth awaits a stolen kiss, leaving soft cheeks blushing

pink

the painful mark left on grazed skin, stained with humiliation and a bruise turning

indigo

sky pulls its bedsheets across the wounded lovers, stomachs full on fruit, as they say good night to the ocean, sunshine, grass and fire

As another day begins it’s gentle winding down , to the kaleidoscope of colours cyclically coming round