As the foliage changes and we’re awash with the vibrancy of autumn, we’ll take one of the prominent colors, orange, as our inspiration. Write something orange. Remember, nothing rhymes with orange. Except for door hinge. Close but no cigar.
It was early fall. She was young and animated. The baby girl who had cheated death had become a young woman full of soul, and bright as her favorite color. Her palette was in hand. Her imagination as open and vibrant as changes soon to grace the trees. Camaraderie, harmony, and laughter were yearnings, with promise of fulfillment. Until, on her way to a weekend of music with friends, her song was silenced.
she laughs with Jesus
as they paint the sunset with
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
(I wrote the 17-syllable ending in September of 2011, on the anniversary of Lindsay’s car accident, and her passing from this life to the next.)
WALT’S ORANGE HUE:
L’AUTUNNO (The Autumn)
Shadows reach across the meadow,
the fallow fields languish in wishes
of an anticipated rest, her best face
presented and rendered in orange,
reds and yellows and umber.
the best the harvest will offer,
It could leave one short of breath
as soon it is to pass into the embrace of slumber.