Yellow, Orange, Red
Dripping through the sky
Slowly cascading down
Turning the grey below into
Colorful pieces like a scattered
Chalk drawing from impressionist
Whose lines were left unblurred
My soft yellow sweater falling
To the floor with fumbling hands
A warm embrace the entwine of us
Sounds of children screaming
Some in delight and others in fear
A piece of white hanging
Denoting something from the beyond
Still lingers on these days and nights
We watched an orange sunset
Slowly descending into deep blue
It was the color of my heart for you
Streets filled with pumpkins
Goofy smiles, scary faces, and strange placements
They were everywhere
Now I see them and remember
Us smashing them
Squash on the patio
It was our squashed dreams
Our screams of delight
Ended up as terrifying fights
Our red letters days became
Angry eyes
Tonight is my night to
Destroy the season
By throwing away the ghost
Obliterating the overside fruit
And mourning the year I fell
For you like leaves
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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