Day 14 of colour choices – the palette of melancholy
A wisp of sun
Another evening gone;
Melancholy is the hint of sunlight
Through a hedge;
A memory of something I should have done.
The pace of the day slows, drags,
Ready to tip me into bed;
Summer slides into autumn,
Its colours fade through shades
Of brilliant vermilion
To softer hues;
I remember this time a year back –
And wonder if I’ll still feel burdened
This time next year
By what the world has to offer.
I’m not sure where this poem came from? I wasn’t feeling particularly melancholy this evening….