Harvesting Colour

These late summer days we live in a fusion of colour. A field of ripening grain still bears the green undertones but is burnished with golden yellow and infused with a tinge of rosy pink. Shades of purple shine through here and there where the crop is thick and lush . Even the tree rows along the field edge get burnished with extra shades of colour as the undergrowth leaves are tinged with sunshine yellow and crimson grasses. Inside the tree foliage I spot calligraphy shapes of cobalt blue shadows and warm purple-brown trunk lines. Always there is the sunshine, laying golden ochre across the field and tinging the leaves on treetops like a light upon the cheekbones.

The sky lives to express moods these days, clouds stacking up grey and purple while lightning flashes in sheets of colour across the horizon. The next day all is cerulean blue with white fluffs of cotton floating calmly along like golden balloons. When it rains, the green lawn gets darkened in its shades of yellow and blue

The sunrises and sunsets add more pigments to dip the paintbrush into as the light changes warm to cool. We awake as artists and we sleep to dream like artists and we abide in a world of colour to harvest.

Hold still, oh time, as we gather these bushels of colour to preserve them and keep them for winter's nutrition.