The colour orange was never really that impressionable to me.
Not quite vivid as it’s constituents of yellow or red.
Not quite striking or bold in its appearance.
But being surrounded by orange stirred a feeling inside.
Change. Quiet optimism.
The changing of leaves. The passing of time. A reminder that nothing stays as it is.
Another chance to enjoy. To learn. To play. To stay.
A mediator between dark and light, summer to winter, timid to blaring.
It is not stale.
It withstands the endurance of time.
An amber hue slowly washes across the day. A new day will be here soon.
6 thoughts on “Quiet Optimism”
Great poem! I love the picture too
Beautiful words! I love the association of this colour with “quiet optimism”, it really fits!
Thank you! It was fun to write.
Nice poem! Felt very meditative.