Triadic Views

Seasons like windows, with moods and disdain,

Fleeting, returning they're gone but remain.

Pale darkness, the black, the void that consumes,

Discomfort and tears, the death, how it looms.

Tragedy, shadows, the absence of light,

Severed and blind and stripping all sight.

Beaten by sparks of illuminated shine,

Taken from depths we introduce the divine.

Celestial like yellow with twinkles of gold,

Sprinkles and glitter, bursting and bold.

Pairing with silver and shimmering bright,

Both victorious when combating night.

From high up above, we enter below,

Hinted of tint, we mentioned yellow.

Just above our plains of the morn, is our sun,

This color of happiness, partying and fun.

Caution expressed with emotions high,

Eludes contemplation though sometimes cries.

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Worry not, unforgot, as the ill are also seen,

Healthy too, like jungles are, we now Spring to green.

Poisonous venom and toxicity bane,

Luxurious growths on the Eco we drain.

Contagious we were and now angry, we are,

We discuss the glow of combustions scar.

Charred in the flames of volatile heat,

Burning and twisting and creating defeat.

Love scorches like cinders, memorable, for sure,

In passion it dances, that's part of its allure.

Drenched in life, the fire, now drown,

Reborn from the ashes pours blue from the ground.

Another for ills but also buoyancy,

The crashes of waves, in rivers and sea.

Summers enjoyment and Winters curse,

Sadness avoids oranges invigorating bursts.

Halos and crowns, fruits and tans,

Impresses the peasants, the nobles and grands.

Paired with many and darkened is brown,

Beloved to those in Halloween Town.

Beige and sand, craving Fall short,

Autumn calms in delight, as Summers retort.

Beautys decay to make room for rebirth,

Winds frolick, howling and billowing fourth.

Seasons like colors and moods they do share,

Characteristics regardless of how, when or where.

Though modest and blushing as brides to a rose,

Pink will be next, in this poetical prose.

Embarrassment, nerves, uncertainty, doubt,

Passion and lust, in whatsoever you dream about.

Fantasy or fact, though darker shades do gain,

The bruise of purples majesty when pink would still remain.

Distant snow caps laid in ice or hues of brighter haze,

The sunsets magic, dusk and night, that lead toward ends of days.

Proud and sweet, like grapes from vines, deliciously prepared,

From purple we chill with frost and cold, enter if you dare.

The absence of color, the void to death, the holy grail of time,

The fleeting solid of purity yet, most unearning of this rhyme.

Discriminations freezing point yet, limitless and beyond,

The prism of which speaks to us, and that to which we bond.

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We've given colors meanings though we've stripped them from our lives,

The underrated experience of what we lack, became our drive.

What they mean to me and what you see, may differ and that's o.k.,

What lies beneath or beyond the stars, imagination does portray.

So when you look out, into the world, and you notice the life you live,

Take the path that suits you best but, be willing to forgive.

Hardships pull us under more than smiling lifts us high,

Pain is often discouraging, causing black throughout the sky.

But, when you let light in instead, releasing fears and pain,

You'll begin to heal and grow and breath, seeing colors once again.