echovibee
they/them
I write mainly free verse
and I love talking about colors
When the air gets cooler,
The colors outside grow ever warmer.
Everything is in perfect balance.
Colors are always warm when the seasons change.
It's the universe's way of saying,
"Sorry for the allergies, have some pretty colors"
I've always hated when summer turned into fall.
It meant that I would be cold all the time soon,
And that I would have to wear pants and leaves.
But I loved the colors the leaves would turn.
Like paint covering a canvas, leaves coated my back yard.
They laid over everything in maroon and marigold.
Suddenly, the fall isn't so bad.