Color Me

Time flies and as the

Sweat of hard work

From summer’s cloak

Left my back, I can

Feel it’s my time to

Fall again and plant the

Seeds for my growth.

Cold winds blow to

Push me forward.

Not quite freezing,

They only let me feel

What I need to

Spark the warm fire

Of my soul to keep

Moving forward.

Wood chopped to

Continue this flame

As my inner pigment

Reflects on the outside.

Darker the hue,

Brighter the blush

On my cheeks.

Breathing out the fog

That clouded my path

For future season’s greetings

As I color it

On my way.