Spectrum Orange

It's beginning.

As my day matured into the tangerine sun.

As hopes raise over an array of a ray,

Beneath the axiom of the cerulean one.

Some came in hues of marmalade,

Traces of citrus that left in haste.

A tinge of lingering saffron on the palette that would fade,

Only making way for aftertaste of nightfall.

A few spindled in tints of ginger.

A fathomed in glaze that spoke...

Intense and unmistakable in nature.

Like glowing embers engulfed in latent flames and smoke.

Several bore the colours and scent of marigold

Boasting of coral petals whimsically waving to the clouds...

Whispering hints of tropical midday hues,

Under a shade of cantaloupe whistles of sunset.

The ones forged in bronze.

Like the odes and sonnets untold are embedded within infinite chapters.

Hidden words in plain sight strung together boldly in red.

Eventide reflects, cast carelessly in the swiftest of rivers...

It is beginning...

The end of today as the sun grew redder, a rush of adrenaline...

I'd bide the sands of time as it slips away into vespers unsaid...